Transparent

by Harshita Das aged 12

When I was five
I was transparent
I wore my heart on my sleeve
I told everyone what I thought
To have them guffaw
And roar in laughter

When I was twelve
I was translucent
They could see bits of me
They would try to decipher me
But they would never see the full picture
The clear image
Of who I was

Now I am sixteen
I am opaque
Nobody knows who I am
I can hide my emotions
Behind an icy cold mask
I have pulled the shutters
To the windows
That were transparent for so long

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