I can't stop myself from talking,
from telling you these secrets and feelings of mine--
why?--
the words spill out of my mouth like water from a broken dam.
When I'm with you I speak of things I'd normally rather take to my grave;
you have this strange affect on me.
Despite my paranoid nature, I feel I can trust you--
how is this?
You're somehow able to break every wall I've put around myself.
Perhaps I could no longer contain all this darkness inside me.
Why do you care?
You don't even know me.
If you knew me--
truly knew me--
would you still love me?
Or would I scare you away?
My walls are all broken,
the darkness pouring out of me and onto my tongue--
you say nothing.
I bite my lip in fear--
surely you will think I'm crazy.
The darkness is laid out before us--
yes, now you know everything.
Our eyes meet, and you smile--
why are you smiling?? I just told you I'm a monster!
"That doesn't change how I see you."
You hug me tightly, reassuring me of your acceptance.
This is so strange--
I was certain that you'd walk away.
How can you be so understanding?
What have I done to deserve such kindness?
(Nothing)
You are truly a rare find
because you're the only one who's been able to break my walls.
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Monsters Inside My Head
PoetryWARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my fir...
