I'm scared of being known
Because I've never been
Though surface big and gold
There's no lore of within
If I shall show my truth,
Would they think they were fooled?
Would they think me a scam?
That all they've known thus far was not another sooth?
YOU ARE READING
My Inner Workings
PoetryWhen I can't feel, I cry When I can't cry, I scream When I can't scream, I write
