the key is in the name
but locks confound it anyway
it's easier to look able
than admit the feeble truth
everyone of us can feel it
the tug of weakness pulling
give in to yours and let it stick
magnetized, exposed and frozen
allow yourself to just connect
repel those false illusions
confer with one another
it isn't all that easy now
But once the filter of success
the glamour melts away
the makeup sheds in tears
The mask is stripped bare
That is when the truth comes out
When the heart of the matter awakes
The confessional, the confidante unite
when you realize you're the same
About the Creator
Naomi Stewart
Secondary school teacher, Cambridge graduate, reader, mental health advocate.
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