Could you, possibly, stop?
Stop looking at me the way you do.
Like you're trying to figure something out.
Like you're trying to figure me out.
Don't do that.
Don't try to figure me out.
Because then you'll know my secrets,
And the way I think,
And how I feel.
And I can guarantee,
You'll run off scared.
My mind's a dark place,
And you'd just get lost.
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PoetryTake a look inside my mind. Into my rants, vents, strange poems and random insights. My mind is a scary place, so enter with caution. WARNING: I tend to get a little... Dark. If at any time you find anything I've written to be triggering, please sto...
