Whether young or old we hide and then we peek.
We hide and wait to see if someone is looking,
We hide and wait to see if someone will look IN.
We hide behind many things,
Some hide behind their bling and rings.
Others hide behind their work,
Afraid of the things which outside it lurk.
Many hide behind their art,
Afraid the world will see their warts.
I hide behind my words,
Afraid to show myself to the world.
My pieces portray the feelings in me awakened,
And allow me to face the world naked.
Surety of which me the world sees is not certain,
Which me do they see when i pull back the curtain?
I would show myself in my bare essence,
But I fear the world’s prone to prejudice.
I can’t fashion in them, about; me an opinion,
But my words can show them enough of me to have options.
My words portray a human being,
Fallible, frail, and capable of great feeling.
They show ME and say what I dare not,
They share my dreams and my thoughts.
Almost everyone at some point in their life has played hide and seek,
But this does not at all make man weak.
Harbouring parts of ourselves lends us depth,
Indeed our secrets maybe deemed our most treasured wealth.