Parts in Hiding (Hour Seven)

I was somehow afraid

That I’d blow their minds,

(Wide, WIDE!)

And they’d never recover,

If I let them see.

So I hid favorite parts of myself,

Masking truth to keep them comfortable

In what they thought they knew,

All the while, knowing I was selling myself out

By hiding my tattoos.

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