Hidden
The mirrored image I observe today
Would probably be painted in pastels
With walnut colored hair messed up like
hay
My many flaws, I know them, oh, so well
But outside me is just an opaque screen
Impossible to see what lies within
I’m often sabotaged by what is seen
What makes me tick here underneath my
skin
Outside I may be quivering with fear
Inside exploding with bright hopes and
dreams
Sunshine and roses, fun, laughter and
cheer
Compassion and grand altruistic schemes
And when the clock strikes the final Midnight
What once was hidden will be in plain
sight
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