Some days I wonder
If I read you my life story
Portrayed all my secrets
On a stage swallowed in shadows-
For it would have to be shadows
With a mind such as this-
If I showcased my faults, my virutes
Would you sit there still
As if it were another day?
If I let you peek in my journal
If I let you in my head
Would you still speak with me
As if they were only passing frames?
I'd like to think so
But if my reality should clash
With my fantasy
I would dare not hope
You would stay another day
I doubt I would have another show
The curtains would close
As a wooden cane drags me away
No, there would be no finale for me
I would have no encore
YOU ARE READING
My Life On Paper
PoetryAll my feelings spread out on paper. Written and said in the only way I know how; poetry.
