I sometimes feel lost inside
by ignoring how I feel
deep down the
corners of my mind
which have turned.
I like to think of my
identity as a white
canvas that needs
the colors and
lines crafted
in the right way
otherwise it runs
and becomes a mess
wild and unruly
where something
is fluid can change
and form something
old into new.
Finding the
real self under
the masks
of hostility
need to be
discovered
not hidden
or feared
but rather
embraced
as a old
friend
and found.