Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The Secret Girl


What are you hiding from?
I see your cracks, your uneven surface—all imperfections

What are you hiding from?
the unsatisfiable eyes that examine you

What are you hiding from?
the artificial world that surrounds you

Why are you hiding?
don’t hide— for it is impossible.

We are all on display.



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