I trapped myself inside
Not to feel better
How in the hell would it make me feel better?
I did it to save myself
Save myself from the humiliation of the truth
I was scared to look inside myself
Who isn't?
But it was different for me
Because I knew what was inside
It was the real me
All the hideous secrets I kept
All the disgusting emotions I had
YOU ARE READING
poems of consciousness
PoetryMy streams of consciousness turned into poems. They aren't great. Just me trying to do something productive with what I write down. Trigger warning
