Unveiled
Who am I?
What am I doing in this match against unknown worlds?
I am sitting in a corner watching four walls move in on me, while the floor ascends and the ceiling descends.
Where do you go when you are frozen as ice from head to toe?
Can you see me?
Do you feel the yearnings of my heart?
Each day I wear a face full of make-up and a smile made of brittle glass.
Who can feel my love beyond my circumstances.
Unveiled to myself...
Do I like what I see?
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