I don’t know what to do
its taken over me.
It’s vast and stretches as far as the eye can see
it comes in waves
but never in a daze.
It’s always seen and always known,
but it can never, ever, ever be shown.
I have to hide or go, i can’t be seen.
I can never show my true self, my true me
it’s too ugly, horrific
would shatter mirrors with its gaze,
so far from the latest craze.
How I long to be able to wear what the cool girls do,
the short skirts, cropped shirts, even the shoes.
I have to run and lock the door and never come out,
only when I’m done and with caution no doubt,
I feel so ugly and different that I can’t be seen,
but i’m stuck like this now,
my true self, my true me.