I glance around corners,
Scared someone will catch me at my most vulnerable.
So I stay in the dark;
Too afraid to come into the light,
Because someone might see past my skin.
And then I get front row seats,
To what they really think of me.
And I really don't want to know. But I'm so tired of looking around corners.
I don't even know who I am anymore.
I can't even see.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Chains
PoesiaSometimes it's nice for people to not know who you are. So you can tell them everything. And it just, doesn't matter.
