Morning hues expose my timorous state.
Desperation leads me to cover my face.
Look close to see my vulnerability.
Stand next to me, feel my warmth seep from me.
People steal my tenderness, my energy, my positivity.
Leaving me naked and nugatory.
I learned to hide the physical trace.
Only I know the truth, feel the abuse.
In the night agitation kicks in.
No way to sleep, only to weep.
Safely locked. Deep in my private thoughts.
In the night I can be me. I reach for my secret sins.
I need to feel free and no longer nugatory.
Morning comes again.
Time to cover my sins.