PHOBIA

a mask hides my face,
without it I feel
insecure
and out of place
the petals of the flower fall,
she wilts and dies becoming small
the big black boots hide my feet
without them I feel
vulnerable
and incomplete
all the lies have left me here
bruised and vacant and in fear
the coloured pills hide my mind
without them I feel
self conscious
and unkind
the tears that I cry run down
in salt, water and pain I will drown
these stupid words hide my heart
without them I feel
I will
fall apart.