My feelings are hidden
Discarded throughout pieces of art
And books and movies and writings
Nobody ever knows who I am
Various characters pulled from separate figments of my mind
Put on display for people to see but muted and dimmed for separate holes of my life
Mom sees me one way
Dad sees me another
And my friends, well, that all depends
They never know the full truth
If they do they'd have all missing heart shaped pieces and put them together and find the key to me
To me and my unraveling
I have knitted myself so closely together so they are unable to find out who I am at my core
The unbridled monster who has many masks that I myself can't even start to peel away
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Unspoken Truths
PoetryThis poetry collection delves into the silent battles we face, the emotions we rarely voice, and the experiences that shape our identities. Each poem serves as a mirror, reflecting my innermost thoughts and vulnerabilities. From heartache to hope, I...
