Poetry

I feel like I'm hiding myself, Hiding my true self from the world's eyes, Hoping it'll never notice me, my sufferings, my essence, my flaws, my sweat, my tears....all of it. Running away from the reality that I chose to make, Escaping from the game that I chose to play. As I try to stand and fight back for myself, I sense of losing myself. In the battle of who's cooler than whom, I never competed with others but myself  And still, I lost.                                                   -crystal