My Very Personal Poetry

How Can I Say These Words?

You don't know me 

Not fully

No one does truly

Hidden behind plastic lies

My skin holding all the memories

Feelings, highs, lows

Burned into me

You never knew

Or ever will

What made me Tick 

What I needed from life

The thoughts in head

Too scary for the world 

The kinds of thoughts that

Would make you see me differently 

The kind that no one ever 

Admitted to thinking

Standing on a ledge

I've been here awhile 

Debating

Just one slip 

And gravity does the rest