throughout our lives, we are told to be someone

and oftentimes we sit, watching this rerun

again and again, this human living this life

but nothing feels as perfect as it seems, it doesn’t feel right

we may post nothing but smiles and laughs

but really, our lives are running off the tracks

barreling towards the unknown, a world so ominous to us

learning how to live, how to speak, how to protest and properly fuck

because if you, for one moment, let the perfection fall

you may feel anxious about your realism since you always pretend to be a doll

your makeup, your hair, your body and clothes

how can you become a model with a perfect nose?


the pressure beats down on our souls when they just want to be free

free to express themselves without a doubt or a worry

we want to create that art, sing that song or dance under the moon

tiptoeing on shards of stars with your lover on a night in june

at the end of every day, we have to remember who we are

over the years, the masks we’ve worn are almost as permanent as scars

i truly am happy to see more and more people living from their hearts

i’ve been inspired to live from mine, and see what sets me apart

i am not this makeup, this hair, this body or these clothes

my worth is not defined by whether they think i have a perfect nose

many people love halloween because they get to put the scary masks on

but some of us love halloween because we get to take the scary masks off

• xoxo •

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My name is Rhiannon Skye and I am a published poet + photographer. I designed this blog because I wanted to have a space where I could be my authentic self and explore my talents and passions further. So, take a look around and welcome to my world.

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