They thought they knew me from what I said,
what was on the line is all they read,
Though never inbetween,
the secrets are unseen,
left only knowing,
what I was showing.
I'm the girl split in two,
one twisted and one like you.
The side that's never shown,
forced to feel all alone.
Hiding it I dread,
what's within my head.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoëzieEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
