The Jump

Behind my eyes lies the fear of feeling inferior so I wear this disguise to make me look like I'm sure of who I am and what I like, I really try to ignore the real me, my real interests don't really matter anymore.. or at least that's what I thought with the perspective I had before, but since I leaped and took this jump "me" and myself are so torn. By myself is where I was; the outside by the shore of an island looking out waiting for a ship to board that would take me to a place where my face could shine more because being seen is the key to help me even out the score.. "Me" doing things that make me seem like I am rich, no longer poor and make me feel so fulfilled and make me look so secure. I really thought this was it, that this mask was the cure to help me fix this emptiness that I feel inside my core. The appeal was so real of this mask that I adored.. but having the mask is having a shell, having a fill is either/or.