And you wonder why I hide,
Why I never show you the real me,
Why you don't know who I am,
Why I never ask.
My mask is indefinite with little cracks,
Hard as steel,
So only a configured blacksmith with the right tools,
May break through.
YOU ARE READING
The eyes I see through are Different Than yours
PoetryThese are my actually serious poems lol. I have attempted to work on these with every day passing by; they shall continue to volumize. ----------- Thes poems will/have work(ed) though themes of: trauma suicide bullying / embarrassment depression
You are not similar enough to climb up the ladder.
And you wonder why I hide,
Why I never show you the real me,
Why you don't know who I am,
Why I never ask.
My mask is indefinite with little cracks,
Hard as steel,
So only a configured blacksmith with the right tools,
May break through.