If the world knew the real me
Would it accept me?
Would it smile upon seeing my face
And envy the drive that pulsates in me?
Would it see me as an icon
Or would it not?
Had the world been a better place,
I would have unmasked my truth
And I would have stood,
Bared, glistening in my own imperfections
For one and all to see
Confident that I would receive
From their glances!
But the sounds that vibrate around me
Push me to cower behind my masked image,
Adorned with my dark sunglasses,
Eyes kept lowered to the ground,
Trying desperately to keep on
So that the world itself
Looks at me
And feels proud at that which makes me!