You want so desperately for someone to find you,
But you are too good at hiding.
You wear a mask so closely to your skin
That it cannot be removed without peeling some off.
Your falsity is poisonous.
It stretches out in wisps of black smoke,
Reaching at those who go by
In the hopes that someone will take notice
And give you what you want.
But you have yet to realize,
Hiding behind false flesh and deceitful dimples
Will not gain you the sanctity you seek in others.
Your lurking in shadows
Will only cast away those who walk by,
For the purest of hearts
Do not dance among the presence of apathetic souls.
So you will continue hiding in the shadows,
Hoping someone will bring awareness to your true being,
While you slowly pick at your false flesh
Piece by piece.