Smile on the outside.
Slowly die while inside.
Show myself on the outside.
Shelter my thoughts inside.
Laugh and text on the outside.
Cry and pray on the inside.
Telling you would complicate things,
Trying to do so would require pulling strings.
Strings that springs into faces.
And then into maces.
You will never see my inside.
I will only let you see what I call my "outside."
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
