A Hole In my Persona

You poked a hole in my persona

fragile and brittle it disintegrated

into your careless hands and fell

in tattered threads to the floor

You swept up the little tiny pieces

with your big hard bristled brush

collecting each and every fragment

that had hidden my true identity

I stood there, vulnerable and exposed

I was shining, bare faced and naked

With no mask to shield you from my light

you covered your eyes and looked away

- Susannah Bec 2010