• I am not myself, I am the myself I force myself to be.
    I put on my game face and I'm almost invincible.
    like a superhero with a mask,
    but it's made with cheap plaster
    so sometimes it cracks
    and behind it you can see
    Me.

    Like a wilted flower
    or skin burned by the suns glower
    a freshly bruised knee
    or a stingerless bee
    I am tender- perhaps a little weak.

    And barely blown back
    by the wind from my eyelashes
    a rain storm waits
    to deliver its sobbing thundercrashes.

    But I put on my game face,
    a mask that fits
    like a shoe on the wrong foot
    and helps me take a few hits.