i could show you all the stories etched on my pale skin,
waiting to be read and understood by someone whose name is inked across my heart.
I could show you all the battles that have been valiantly fought inside my mind,
against pride and prejudice that inflicted wounds so deep,
but hopefully they shall be healed by the medicine of time.
i could show you all the mysteries from the deepest crevices of my mind,
which may not be easy to decipher, but maybe, one day,
you may know that all the false faces that i keep aren't the ones i own.