#unmasking
Do you crave attention?
Is that why you play the influencer—
not because you have something to give,
but because something is missing.
Applause.
Adoration.
Affection.
Love.
But you cannot fake influence,
you cannot pretend to be what you are not.
Makeup fades.
And at the end of the day,
when the mirror stares back,
you still hate yourself—
and everyone has already forgotten
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC
I fold my edges sharp and clean
A paper crane you’ve never seen
I glide through rooms
I speak in tune
I shine
I gleam
Your perfect moon
But the mirror cracks when I exhale
A breath too real
A breath too frail
Smoke and mirrors
That’s my skin
Love me untill I let you in
Then I’m the shadow
The ghost
The sin
Fractured skin
I can't win
I laugh in keys you’ll understand
I shape my world with careful hands
A chiseled smile
A painted hue
The me you love is never true
The paint peels back
It stains my nails
You see the colours that I kept veiled
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC
they never taste it
just name the temperature
call it healing when I rinse the wound
like I’m not just keeping it from festering long enough
to stay pretty
I let them near
not in
they cup their hands to the faucet
sip whatever slips through the cracks
and call it closeness
but they never stay long enough
to feel the sting
I swallow static
talk in softened sounds
bite down on my sharpened tongue
translate their language
before they can call mine foreign..
again
I bleed behind a smile
they call me safe
like I haven’t been carrying a fire in my throat
for years
sometimes I scream into a drain
just to hear what doesn’t echo back.
sometimes I open my mouth
and it’s all salt
and no water.
I’ve spent too long cleaning the mess
before they step inside
apologizing for the shape of me
before they even ask the question
now I gargle saltwater
until my voice is too raw to speak
until silence feels more honest
than telling the truth
to someone who won’t keep it
let them ask
let them knock
let them misname my ritual.
I’ll be in the quiet
spitting out blood
like it’s poetry
and still being called beautiful
for surviving.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
In my language
I am seen
I am known
In my language
I am home
In my tone
And at my pace
I will invite you
Into my space
In my language
In my words
I come alive
When I am heard
In my language
You will learn
The depth of me
And another earth
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 2:01 AM UTC
In those words, they handed me a key—
to armour I wore unknowingly.
A mask that locked me in from the world,
its weight a comfort, strangely unfurled.
I turned it over in my hand,
traced edges I couldn’t understand.
I saw its shape behind closed eyes,
but stayed where silence felt like disguise—
From those walls I could not rise.
But then—
a whisper flickered through the hush,
not one I knew, not one I’d trust.
To face the world just naked skin,
not knowing what I’d held within,
each emotion crashed like waves too wide
for fragile bones to hold inside.
Each sound, a storm.
Each gaze,
A question I could not reply
I reached for the safety I had known,
but the walls were gone—crumbled stone.
The cracks beneath my feet grew wide,
until the world began to slide.
Alone, exposed, and trembling bare,
even silence stung the air.
But then—
the whisper came again,
not from beyond,
but deep within.
A murmur my body remembered,
from before I had words.
It offered no comfort, no retreat,
only truth—
raw and complete.
And in its truth—
a safety transformed,
not hiding,
but simply being
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 11:08 AM UTC
The Beast broke free, love set him whole,
While I remain, a Phantom soul.
His curse was lifted, his heart now sings,
But my humanity only stings.
No mask of fur, no monstrous guise,
Just human hands and hollow cries.
A heart that yearns, a fate unkind—
A curse of flesh, a shattered mind.
The Beast found joy, his pain released,
But I, unmasked, am still the beast.
Jan 17, 2025
Jan 17, 2025 at 3:36 PM UTC
Know I am not who you perceive
If I told you the truth you would surely leave
I hold back in hopes that you’ll ask
That maybe you’ll unmask
The real and abnormal me
That maybe you will see
Instead of abandoning
And damaging
Know I am not who you perceive
I’m not trying to deceive
I’m hoping that maybe you'll shoulder
This dark, heavy boulder
But you only show me fury
And now you are my last and final jury
I look you in the eye
And with my last breath say goodbye
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 10:57 PM UTC
the professor of unmasking will be
conducting the lecture to-day
and it's recommended that students
tune into the things he'll say
we'll take a little peek
at the layers he'll reveal
the exercise being similar
to removing an onion's peel
you'll not forget
the knowledge he'll impart
it'll stay in your brain's
recollection cart
so let's commence the lesson
enough with the intro's waffling on
firstly
it has an outer skin
secondly
there's the inner rows
thirdly
a center core
as this composite
is
the
professor's
cue
can
any
of
you
offer
a
clue
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC