my unveiling

A green sheet blocks
the sun from shinning in,
yet I know day fades to night
as fades my will to live.

To live a life of regret,
is to not live at all.
Feelings of insufficiency,
and inequality, flood my mind.

I am ashamed
that I never showed my true self;
never lived to my potentiel,
I am comsummed by remorse.

It's too late to change;
to late to redeem myself,
my path is set. A life wasted.
A life of sorrow.

I am known by no one,
they see only an image of me.
What at first was convenient
now serves only unhappinness.

I was once vulnerable
but now am strong,
no longer do I need to cower
under this cloak.

But still I am
too far gone to unmask,
the true me. Too far gone
to destroy my image, my shadow.