Don't worry hun, your secrets safe
You'd rather run than to be chased
They don't get it and they never will
Life's a hunter waiting for the kill
I know you're there so don't be scared
You're hiding out so unaware
Life's eyes are on you and they're looking for a show
It's not your fault that little shit just won't go
This is my poem for the unknown and the unseen
I thought this would make me feel better but my hearts not any less clean
YOU ARE READING
Why Do We Smile?
Poetry*Previously "It Gets Better, Later On" •Short but Completed•
