What do I hide,
you ask?
My sadness.
My sorrow.
My rage.
My sufferage.
My fear.
Oh yes, my fear.
My insecurities.
My heartbreak.
My pain.
My vunerability.
My self.
I hide my self.
YOU ARE READING
Songs of Asymmetry
PoetryA series of poems, letters, quotes, et cetera from my dreams or daydreams. Who knows, maybe my subconcious has literary skills.
