A mask too tight
I fold myself into shapes that don't fit the puzzle,
bend my voice, dull my wit.
Laugh when you laugh, nod when you speak,
Choke back the words that make me unique.
I walk your steps, I match your pace,
paint my thoughts to match your taste.
I bite my tongue, shrink my spark,
dim my soul just to blend with the dark.
Too afraid to be a name you despise,
so I drown in the weight of your eyes.
And the mirror whispers, cold and true—
"If you are her, then where are you?"
But different was loud, different was bold,
different was a story untold.
And maybe the fear will never fade,
but neither will the light I trade.
So, I'll let you stare, let let you see—
The one you never knew, the real me.
If I do set it free- from the curse you have on me.