Masquerade doll.
Concealing every inch of you.
Masking your eyes,
your scent,
your very existence.
Do you fear the eye
of the world,
the hand of God,
or the heart of a lover?
Why play make believe
in such a strange reality?
Does blue about your eyes
fool the sky?
Does crimson on your lips
trick the sea?
Does color in your hair
misdirect the air?
Don’t you know
that these don’t really care?
The weight of who you are
tells the tale
of your life.
You were born
with eyes that perceive light
one certain way
and that will never change,
no matter how
you shift your shape.
Are you trying to change
how you interact
with this reality,
or how this reality
interacts with you?
I think you’ve got it confused.
Someone’s fooled you
for their own amusement.
Why do you hide?
Those that care
know who you are.
The masquerade
is only bait
for wolves on the prowl.
One day,
I hope you see the place
that was made for you
and wear your face
without being afraid.
HG – 2022
