Guise Poem by B. V. Dahlen

This shell,
What is it?
A phony smile,
Meaningless conversations
Filled with small talk
And big words?
Deep underneath,
A crouching, frightened being,
Sensitive to truth and light
Is hiding from the mockery
Of other shells.
Come forth
And show the beauty
That lies there
Under that depthless facade,
Or like a flower,
Waiting for a brighter day to bloom,
You will rot and die,
A tightly closed bud,
A shell and not a man.