Dancing across fancies,
Has never been my strong suit.
Astonished blushes:
“How are you so charismatic?”
Ah,
My dear.
It’s all an act.
Painted greyscale asexuals,
Prancing according to mere mimicry.
We never wrote these selves,
We merely wore them –
As one does a mask.
True self?
Rather lonely.
A cryptid,
Shrouded in darkness.
Fighting an endless hunger,
It will never be freed from.
Pretend selves,
To hide our sad truths.
Can you paint me a world,
Full of laughter?
Where joy rises,
Like mist.
Places I can remove my many masks,
Breathe clean air.
Existing as my real self,
For once.
& ever.
Existing As My Real Self, For Once. & Ever.
