I lay hidden beneathlayers of my personathat protect the bona fideparts of my fragile mindfrom all the negativitythrown into my life.but these flimsy layersdon’t stay cello-tapedon me forever, they crumbleand peel off like withered skinwhen the seasons change.each time, I lie bare facedand exposed to the world,that acknowledges my uniquenessthrough taunts I do not wishContinue