Inside Me.

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I know so many people

Not a lot really, just a handful

But do they know me?

Not this smile filled face but the real me

 

Most people see this shell

And they think it's me

They don't see the things deep down

Mummified and buried

Cursed to never see the light of the day

 

The things under the clothes and style

Under this cheerful character

and big phoney smile

Are secrets and hidden stories

 

Inside my heart

There's a thundering show threatening a heavy downpour

If I were to break

It would be an endless flood

 

My abode is dark and wet

With thoughts, wild and horrific

That nobody knows about

But there is this voice that knows it all

What I think and what I look like

He is the one who tells me

"don't tell, they will only mock"...

 

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.