Wanting

by Anne Eatzurheart
(Chico, CA, USA)

I want to play.. I want to pray..
But it's not right.
IT's not ME!
Who's going to tell me who to be, who's going to tell what not to do, who's going to do it?
If you stood up, stand back down cause you don't know me.
You never did.
You have never seen anything but this mask.
This amazingly dark and solid mask made of all the tears no one saw and no one cared about.
How are you supposed to know if you never asked?