Masks

I fought long and hard to get where I am today.

No one knows the darkness I had to battle so far.

The storms that some found impassable, I made it through.

My story is mine alone, and I don’t need the compass of others to get by.

It’a time that I come out of the chrysalis to show off my majestic colours.

Not everybody will be ready.

Some will continue to contain me.

The innocence I once held is tapering away.

I’m not the sweet little angel people thought existed.

There are times I cry myself to sleep.

Getting tired of all the masks I have to wear each day.

The cruelty of this world is very difficult to digest.

Done being in the presence of people who are never present for me.

Filtering the toxicity that needs to leave my veins.

Such ugliness hidden beneath the beauty and glamour.

Refusing to remain in the shadows of the unfulfilled lives of others.

I have lit paths that were not mine to light.

The music I listen to may be unsavoury, yet it soothes my soul.

Damning the demons for the damage that shouldn’t have been done.

Defeat is a puppet that is yet to be mastered.