I make excuses.
A sick game of charades with too many faces in play.
I don't mean to hide!
To paint exaggerations of myself on the walls I built to protect myself.
I want you to know me...
Hiding is getting hard in this maze I made when my mind was in a dark place.
I just lead you around the truth;
You can't reach the end.
I'm just so scared of what you'll think of me!
So many people have given up on me, taken me for granted, or used me.
I willingly live in a mental cage because I'm scared of your opinion,
And it shows.
I'm so sorry I'm difficult, despicable, and just generally unpleasant; I never wanted to be...
You just scare me.
YOU ARE READING
Short Story
OverigLife packs a lot of detail into a short existence. This collection of poems and short stories is a look into a life that has only begun, but has already been filled with so much. None of the art posted is mine. The cover art is not mine. Credit to...
