12 am staring, the time where i feel trapped.
unwrapping my insecurities and worries,
they have no idea about this wreck.
my scar, my flaw, all the things i can't show.
the fondness will fade when they're aware.
my scar, my flaw, all the things they are yet to know.
i survived this never ending battle,
by creating a hideout for it in me.
leaving just us.
-as long as i'm alone, im safe.
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The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
