I know this face and its intentions
How everyone perceives this person
I will tell you the stories you expect to hear
Will never let you come too near.

Because I can wear a mask
Like I am a predator hiding around
I know how to move around you
So that all you see is what I want you to.

The facade was painted by others but I took their colors
Their style completely different from who I truly am.
Hidden in this masterpiece there are small cracks,
Genuine graffiti that wants to see the light.

But the expectations for this mask are too high
The rules too rigid to bend, the risks uncertain
And it's stuck to my face by the tears that
Over the years dried in my cheeks.

I have to be the best or don't do it at all
Because everythings comes easy to me
And if it doesn't it means its not what I seek
So if I want to paint and the painting is shit
Maybe at the end writing was my thing.

Let me take out the other costumes I carry
With me whenever I'm in public.
Because this mask crumbles under stares
So I need the one that craves the spotlight.

I designed them all by hand,
Taking the best traits of everyone I like.
It's easy to write fiction when fiction is your whole life.

Maybe that's why I like fantasy
I can hide behind new personalities.
I tend to walk away in the middle of the process
Would rather not know the results
Than find I'm an average disappointment

That I'm once more a second or third choice
So I leave before they leave me.
I became a nomad changing scenes
When the challenges overcome .

© sereena_ writings