A young missy seeking to be masked perfectly,

I read to bury, I write as a hobby.

 

A young missy stuck in the bittersweet reality,

Perfectly flawed, caged in insecurities.

 

Masked in orange, filled with blue

Rainbow colored in shut eyes,

Darkened gray smoke when wide-eyed.

 

A small screen in the midst of the dark, 

My own Narnia from which would never come back.

 

A young missy imagines to forget

Semi-colons for stories that are yet to end.