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.