Masked

I have to stay concealed.
Keep my secret hidden.
My bangs cover my gem.
 That's not the worst part of it.
The worst part was hiding.
Hiding in fear.
Fear of what comes about next.
         Fear of them.
                   Fear of what they'll do.
Afraid for my kin.
I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's back track.

I'm sitting on the grass. My long red hair falling behind me. This was before.
   Before my troubles started.
                     Before I became a human science project.
                                       Before I died.

By ~ Atlee Jane Barrow