They are worn
as a disguise or
to hide

To hide from the past
the shame that remains
the monster inside
the lies

To disguise
the pain that never
well change

We poets are deep
Nocturnal, at night we don't sleep
We poets are awesome
Words we express are like flowers blossom
We poets are interesting
Advices we give are simply amazing
We poets are philosophical
With our trademark we leave, phenomenal.

We glossed over the cracks
They came back deeper, even
longer, recrossed, criss crossed and
embossed themselves onto my heart,
and onto the board.
The heart you broke, no the heart
you stole by mating it.
I was once your queen of hearts,now
reduced to a pawn in your game,
does she know of me?
As I know of her, I know
her name.
I know her game
I just didn't know yours.
Do you know mine?
Once I was the queen in your bed
Now I'm afraid I'm reclaiming
My throne.
The queen is at her most powerful when the board is open,
I've opened the board and closed the bedroom,
didn't you know in chess, as in life
the queen is less restricted and more powerful in closed positions.

i'm not trapped in this body
of mine
what i'm trapped in
is society's idea
of the way
my body should be