Like a glass house I emulate transparency.
See the color of my sadness the hue of my joy;
and I say to myself it's okay, let them see, let them judge,
it is okay.
See, what is it to me if they take it or leave it?
The only thing that makes any bit of difference is:
will they hate me for who I am or love me for pretending?
So, here I am in my natural light.
My weaknesses so obvious to anyone with eyes
and depth perception that goes slightly deeper than the surface.
Don't be alarmed at my audacity,
when I choose to grit my teeth and bare some things,
or, crumble and fall at the slightest touch or misspoken word.
I am but a garment, my mind far surpasses
what my abilities encompass
and my spirit will not die or give up
no matter how hard I sometimes try.
So, I wear my heart on my sleeve.
How you choose to react to this accessory is your business,
you adorn your life however you choose.
My clothing will remain blood red and alive
and will continue to change and be stained as long as I remain,
in this life, in this body,
me.