How to mask the things that you wish to be rid of.

Sometimes, 

when I look into glass, 

I can see all of the adherent notecards clinging to my person,

all of them saying the things that I shouldn't care about. 

All of the superficial edges torn apart with words sharp as a wolf's claws. 

It feels as though the amount of redundant, superfluous words 

that ripple from my mind need to stop because

there are only too many ways that I'm able to rearrange them.

I've felt like this for so long that it kills me to see these words and know that

none of my feelings have really changed all that much. 

All I have done is mask the insecurity withing and covered it with a plaster wall. 

I won't break it, 

because I know that the calm sentiment that I clasp to my chest with shatter like the confidence that I had only held for a sheer moment. 

Now that I let it out, 

perhaps I can be rid of it for a while.

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.