It's the night that scares me
Because I'm not safe from my fears
I'm not safe from my destructive self
I look into the past
And I can't see a future
For someone this shattered
Am I an undiagnosed lunatic
For fabricating too much in my mind?
There's me but there's also me
I love too much, I laugh
I also stare at my reflection in a murderous way
I give unconditionally
But I also tell myself to take it away
And I've stolen my own tears
Relief of my my own pain
Why do I paint my own nails black?
Why do I hide the sun from myself?
Why do I fear being me in the darkness of the night?
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Layers [Poetry]
PoesíaA collection of poems I write along the years (Still updating).