"Who am I? A question I dare not ask.
For the panes flutter and the doors bang at the simple mention of it.
You see everything is more dramatic on the inside; that's why you love too hard, get ripped apart and you don't understand.
Why?
Why should I feel this way.
When I cut I see blood but that's not the pain I lust, so you put your knife away.
The people keep knocking at your window, do this do that, come check off your checklist.. but I'm numb.
The truth is I'm stuck on the inside, where everything's heightened so I can't hear you right now, trying to figure out Who Am I?
But shhh don't utter the words, for the insides a dark and dangerous place and you'll only ever get out by saving grace.
How I even got here, I surely don't know but I have to keep my vision clear these emotions they attach with stealth and are insincere." -T_M_SO?
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T_M_SO?My endless stream of short passages
PoetryI write for those who can't find the words - I remain anonymous "All my word is strictly copyrighted and not up for reuse of any kind, especially in a malicious manner. I'm just trying to change lives."
