Bared And Armored

This facade he wears is not something thrown together one evening on a whim; it’s a wall he’s been perfecting ever since he discovered the power of hiding behind a mask as a teen. Mirror-rehearsed quirked brows and confident smiles when he’s feeling anything but, above layer upon layer of beautiful armor, adorned with kohl-lined eyes and glitter-tipped nails. Drawing eyes wherever he turns, with so few really seeing him.

Some days, when the sun is shining and all he sees around him is good th...