my words hide what I keep deep inside
I'm smiling just to bide my time
why am I still here, my head's unclear, is it fear, or the voice I'm hearing in my ear
you would never have guessed
from the way that I dress
because the things I say impress
but I'm saying less and less
so please tell me if I'm not making sense
my thoughts do not always dispense
in a way that people understand
my mouth talks different to my hand
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
