Large percentages
of my days are spent steeped in
self loathing. Coats of
Shame, comparison,
persistent embarrassment.
This torment I’ve bought.
Oh vanquish all signs
of vulnerability!
Hide and abide pain.
My mask transparent.
Miserable, I trick none.
Excepting the times
I’ve fooled me. “But you’re
gullible, no more can be
expected”. Those words
that imply certain
stupidity. I nod and
accept, I’m branded.
Turn inward and add
a fresh coat. The Shellac is
sure to fill the cracks.
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