Literature
Inquiry
Look at you
You hooded thing.
Hiding your face with a mask that betrays more
Than your true identity ever could.
What are you, little one?
You slip so easily into the shadows,
As if you're one yourself.
Silent and cautious,
No one really recognizes you
For what you are.
Oh yes, you tell them.
You show them distorted images
And broken sentences
Baring your soul to anyone who will listen.
Anyone who will look.
But they don't see you.
As hard as you try,
As much as you scream at them,
They never see you for you.
You dance around the fringes of their world,
So much a part of it,
And yet you're a complete stranger as well.
Spreading your han