I N S I D E
You see me as you see a flower,
Soft,
White,
Devoid of power.
As innocent as a baby bird,
Small,
Weak,
To new to be heard.
You think my heart is made of glass,
Pure.
Delicate.
Easily smashed.
You don't know that I am made of armor.
Hard,
Cold,
A constant actor.
You don't know that my heart is as dark as ink.
Soulless,
Haunted,
So dark it would make you shrink.
You don't know what I'm hiding Inside me,
Sadness,
Anger,
You just see me blindly.
You see me as a jewel to be pried,
Pretty,
Heartless,
To be admired, and to be eyed.
But if you saw what was inside, I have no doubt you would hide.
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Dreaming: A book of poetry
PoetryDreams of angels, Dreams of songs, Dreams that haunt you all night long. This is a finished book of poetry that I wrote in my first year on Wattpad. Is it good? I'm not sure, did I write it from my heart? Yes, yes I did. If you could leave a vote a...
