I've learned to hide my dejection,
Because dejection's my only friend.
I've learned through my life,
That my monsters,
Should just stay hidden inside of my head.
And through it all
I've learned to show the good,
The bad never got me anywhere anyway.
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A Public Poetry Diary
PoetryA poet is only as good as their muse, All of mine happen to bring sorrow.
