In order to expose my heart and truly write,
I must release you- my old self, pulling me back
This is not about me,
It was never meant to be a way to gain recognition,
Another way for me to perform
On a stage, some sort of exhibition.
Yet I find myself hesitating to write my thoughts,
Trying to impress people I don’t even know,
It was only meant to be an outlet a therapy for me,
Never some sort of show.
Forced to hold back the leanings of my heart
I merely release a fluffy worthless shallow piece.
So this is my open message to you,
As I am different now, no matter how many times
I fool myself into putting on my old mask, I promise,
Your control over me will not last.
I will take you off just as quickly as I put you on
Because I want someone who reads these to truly see me.
To see me with all of my scars
Misfortunes and faith, I will put my heart out,
I will never aspire to be fake.