Me, In My True Form. Poem by Dyllan Martin

Step upon the stage,
Seen me in my blinding colours,
Like a rainbow clashed against the sun,
always sunny,
Never looking on the blackend clouds ahead,
Positive and preppy,
but is that really me?

Once you go behind the curtain,
The closed doors of the theatre,
You'd see me in my true from,
Take away my make-up,
The mask I hide behind,
And you shall find a new soul,
Filled with hate,
Anger,
Jealousy,
Exposed am I,
With all my battle scars,
From the war against myself,
The hatred you shall never see,
I cry behind closed doors,
And spill my blood upon these floors,

Ask me am I sorry for the hurt I have caused,
I shall say no,
I have no remorse,
And will be this way,
Til the day I die,
Hiding in the shadows,
Behind My Colourful Visage.