My Skin

My masks are falling off,
smashing in pieces on the floor.

The porcelain has been so heavy for so long.

Hand-painted as I wore them,
everyday of my little life.

I try to blame the artists, but I handed them the brushes and picked out the paint.

I always wondered what my skin might look like.

Rainbows

Race and sexuality.

Are spectra, like white light.

The sky is a prismatic display of blue, but there's a lot more there.

Wear the rainbow.

The mess

I am not the one who did it.

She showed me how.

I really need to be unshown

By the people who don't need to smash things to make themselves heard.

Definitions

The past does not define me.

The future might.

Maybe if I let it.

The present is the one thing you can count on.

Someone once told me the present is a gift,

It always defines you.

Painting

Paint a picture.

You pick the paint, you pick the canvas, you pick the brush.

No wonder no one ever truly sees it.

Fashion

Wow, you look nice.

What you see is what you get.

If I look REALLY nice.

MAYBE you'll think that everything's ok.

MAYBE you'll leave me alone.

MAYBE you'll realize that I've always been ok.

Open your eyes.