My naked soul is so open now
It screamed too loud, and the wrong people heard.
They love my vulnerability, and they make it clear
They took advantage of it, so easily.
My exposure sits in the middle of a circle
Surrounded by the tainted evil souls.
It tries to cover up-
But alas, there is nothing to cover up with
They already saw every detail about it
My insecurities, my pains, my disturbed mind.
They point them out now
They take the exposure, and laugh about it.
I finally find something to cover myself up with once more
And now they have nothing to laugh about.
I am so confident, its scary
But I am not actually confident, I have just found the right mask.
But now, I never expose myself
No matter how pure the soul is I speak with.
I stay covered,
A gold mask, and silk robes draped all over.
I wish to expose myself to at least someone
But I am too afraid, that they'll use it against me.
My tainted soul, must stay covered, and rot alone.
With no one to ever understand it.
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My poems, And Random Stuff
RandomI am a soldier. I am the one that is always on the battlefield. With scratch marks, and bruises. I try to carry on, I try to see the light. I reach for my guns, to try and abolish the enemy. The ones that want me dead. But I can't anymore. I've bee...
