i stared at your beauty
with perplexity
how can a person be so perfect
with her imperfections
—g.l

I said to a chair
Can you please stop
touching my ***
It said no no no
it's so much fun

I put on a mask,
I wear it all day,
People don't even ask,
If I'm actually okay.
It hides the pain,
But some can see through it,
They see the demons I must slay,
And they still love me anyway,
They take off my mask... and they don't turn away.