I feel as though my true self is always playing hide and seek.
She is only allowed to come out of hiding when my parents are not home.
She, hides behind pronouns and verbs and ancient ideas of what womanhood should be, do, and say.
She always gets caught sneaking in the back door.
I was always taught the only way to make someone love you is to make your true self disappear.
I long to be loved.
So She is finally the poem I will not allow myself to write.