Random Poems

Poem 6

Wonderland
If you knew me or could see me,
what would you really find?
Inside my soul, within my earth.
Beneath the dirt, among the worms.
In the darkness of my wonderland
would you seek the best of me
and hold it to the light
or could you find the worst of me
the bits i seek to leave behind.
Poker faces were made to lie
your words chew at me from the inside,
hands washed clean.
Clowns and jokers scream obscene
Is this really me?