The Jump
Behind my eyes
lies the fear
of feeling
inferior
so I wear
this disguise
to make me look
like I'm sure
of who I am
and what I like,
I really try
to ignore
the real me,
my real interests
don't really matter
anymore..
or at least
that's what I thought
with the perspective
I had before,
but since I leaped
and took this jump
"me" and myself
are so torn.
By myself
is where I was;
the outside
by the shore
of an island
looking out
waiting for
a ship to board
that would take me
to a place
where my face
could shine more
because being seen
is the key
to help me even
out the score..
"Me" doing things
that make me seem
like I am rich,
no longer poor
and make me feel
so fulfilled
and make me look
so secure.
I really thought
this was it,
that this mask
was the cure
to help me fix
this emptiness
that I feel
inside my core.
The appeal
was so real
of this mask
that I adored..
but having the mask
is having a shell,
having a fill
is either/or.
Copyright © Ashley Chanel | Year Posted 2016
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