There is a  three sided mask
To every person.
The side that's desired
The side that's trapped
And the side that's internal.

My internal side is filled with words,
Words that have been beat into me
As a child and ones that
I've come to believe.
Weird,
Freak,
****** up,
Unwanted,
Lost cause,
Disappointment.
All words that have come from
The people I love and trust.

The trapped side is chained.
Chained and suffering,
Striving to break free.
Suffocated
To the point
Painful
Tears of blood
Stream my face.
It has fangs and horns
To remind me of its
Evil presence.

The desired side is free.
Free as a bird soaring
Through the clear, baby-blue Sky.
Free where green vines and grass
Can grow and bud flowers
To show I have potential.
It has stars which show
Even in the night I can soar
And be as beautiful as day.
It's the side I progress to be
And hope to one day become.

There's also a piece of the mask
That's incorporated on every side.
That's the white space.
The white space allows for growth
And room to improve.
It helps me believe I can become
More than I ever was before.

What are your three sides?