In English class, we go without masks

and I write:

“why do I feel like everyone looks normal

and I feel so deformed?”

I attempt to hide my face away with my sleeve.

Hide my arms in my cardigan,

hide my legs under the table,

I’m not ready for others to see the full me yet.

My mother once joked in summer

that I finally had limbs to show,

had skin to prove I was human,

but didn’t want to show off.

I just wanted to exist without judgement,

to exist without fear.

I just wanted to exist.

For now, I’ll hide my arms in my hoodie sleeves,

boil to death,

but I won’t care

cause at least no one will have to see

the real me.

The human me

maybe no one is meant

to see.



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