shield
you saw through my facade
you read my feelings
my face
my fears
through the wall of stained glass
which i used to hide from the world
you unmasked me
my censored mind
unsheathed like a sword ready
to strike out
against the pretty
pastel
people
those enslaved to their brands
displayed so boldly on their hips
they flock to their dungeons of denim
the place of pastels
they sit and trade vitamins
and fashion tips
where to find the hottest jeans
the cutest colors
the latest fashion trends
the newest
in make-up fakery
you saw through my ephemeral shield
you saw the real me, you win…
i know i am loved.
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