To be a mirror in a world filled with windows is exhausting at times.
I blend in with the saints and you'd mistake me for a bad guy.
I hold on tight to my disguise so you would never see.
This secret I'm hiding.
The real and unedited me.

Far from perfect, I walk in shadows,
So you'll never see through me.
I blend with the staccato sounds of the night and the vibrant bass of the morning streets.

Then one day my arms grew tired.
I could no longer wear the rouse of who I wanted those to see.
Now I'm naked, open and you can see all my imperfections.
Bared free for you to judge me.

Yet I March on with the windowed world.
I'm confident in me.
I'm free from the jail I created inside me.
Can you hear that?
That's me.
Breathing.
#acceptance. @Spoken Truths
© eyez stay dry Gemini