Our faces, our bodies are the shields to curiosity,
The shield to those outside our bubbles,
And the unknown.
So we hide,
Behind our fashion,
Behind our career,
Behind our anger.
But over time,
Through those tears,
Will shine a better you, a better life.
Imagine your face is made from clay,
And as those tears trickle down,
It slowly erases that mask.
What appears, is you. Me.
A smile, bright eyes,
And glowing skin.
The real you.
Then slowly your arms,
They will begin to embrace change,
And learn to pat yourself on the back.
Later will comes your legs,
While they've been stuck,
You've had enough time to realize how to
Set yourself free.
And once that realization has come about,
It will be the most beautiful thing,
You will be able to smile about.
The real you will want to thank you later.
