I hide behind this mask
of perfection as my soul
begs to break free.
But I ignore the pleas,
even though it's like trying
to ignore the great seas.
Full of wonder and potential
deep down in its depth of
beauty.
Hidden from the world of
men...unless one is
brave enough to discover
the truth of what lies beneath
this mask of perfection.
Like a bird I am,born to
fly but resisting the gift
given to me.
Why?
Because I'm afraid of success.
Afraid that I'll climb so high
that when I fall it'll be
the death of everything I've
worked for.
So I hide behind this mask
of attempted perfection
but now my soul is getting
stronger.
It knows what its capable of
and is brave and confident and
wise with the new found knowledge
that when it climbs high, it wont
fall,because its prepared itself,
mind and body, for this day.
The day where for once and for all,
the mask of perfection is destroyed
and this new soul; none will have
the power to avoid.