Maybe I won't like what I find if I peep
It may shatter me I don't want to know
This last piece of you I still want to keep
I still want to believe, I can't let go
Maybe it's darker outside than it is in here
Maybe this cage is safety rather than a prison
Maybe I could probably get used to this fear.
I should stop thinking, avoid more negative reasons
I wouldn't take it if you permanently flipped
The well of solitude, I can't live in it's deep
Maybe sometimes a lie is better than the truth
Because the truth bears the most bitter fruits
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
