Grade
7
To conceal our errors, our scars-
Anything
We keep to ourselves and pretend-
Masquerading is
Our closest friend
We do something
We shouldn’t be doing
To conceal our shame
And convey goodness
But
Errant we remain and
Conscience beseeches
To reveal our errors
And ask for assistance
Instead
We stay undercover
Like an earthquake
Releasing tremors
Of Withering
Esteem
And proliferating
Madness-
A constant inner war
That we long to
Be freed from.
All we need to do-
Express ourselves, then
Errors unfold into
Intimations of need
Where peers along
With the One above
Can lift us
To the honest place
We yearn to remain
Contest