Your written words are crystals that encase the mind,
Some oddities and gems,for sure,that are one of a kind
Your world is one you've sewn,
And painted,sculpted,and drawn
It's something all your own,
Even when you pass it on
You speak of yourself highly,but so that no one hears
These private words of "I'm the best" will only reach your ears
But you don't want to stay this way
You want to be genuine
At all times,with all people,
In every situation
Is it really you though? Or do you loathe yourself?
You wear the crown,knowing deep down
Somewhere in you lies evil
Somewhere in you lies evil,dormant and crippled may it be
You hide the scar of who you are so only you can see
You want to be the one they love for doing so much good
But are you really changed? Maybe you never could
They think you're kind,and in your mind you're almost nearly certain
But lo,within,you've got a chance to slip and pull the curtain
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry Witch
PoetryA quote is really interesting. It's a stream of consciousness that flows out so naturally for just a moment. It's a wonderful blip. For some,poetry tends to work the same way
