Secrets Hidden

The ugliest parts of me-

those intricately layered

beneath folds of skin-

have been fortified in brick;

secrets like clay hardened-

and mortared masks

bonded carefully.  



The flesh on the surface

is such a lie, concealing

what I choose to hide

to prevent their ridicule;

I know if they see the truth

they will taunt me like

the reflection in the mirror.

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