On the outside it is the least common now.
You know why?
It's because I'm laying in a coffin.
Dead.
Nothing left on the outside.
But my body dressed in Sunday best.
Laying with scars everywhere.
It's anything but normal.
YOU ARE READING
What's going on Inside
PoetryOn the outside it all looks okay. Just fine. On the inside though it's a completely different story.
