you try to psychoanalyse me
but I hide the truths you'll never see
and retreat to the shadows in my head
adjust my shirt, only write in red
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
idiosyncrazy
you try to psychoanalyse me
but I hide the truths you'll never see
and retreat to the shadows in my head
adjust my shirt, only write in red
