Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
She wears a mask
Not because she’s ugly
Not because she’s afraid
Behind the mask she can safely hide
She knows they don’t care to know the colors inside
Truths can’t be untold
Here she lays with a different mask to hold