Melted Masks
I'm making peace with my past so I can master my emotions
Cluttered hindsight drowned in witch doctor potions
Blended clustered years with eyes desert dry
Mentored mind with an angry soul & a heart ready to comply
Now I pry each eye without a mask or disguise
My anger riding pine while positivity flies
Resentment trying to confine but happiness served its time
My soul was granted parole & my pitty lost its dime
I handcuffed honesty to my wrist
I began an amends list
I placed my heart upon my sleeve
I granted my mistakes a reprieve
I recognized my lessons learned
I leave behind all the bridges burned
All that makes up I
The epitome of me came to clarify…
