WE ALL HIDE FUNNY ENOUGH
When the world has pushed us a little
Navigated us astray for a while
We hide
We hide God given talented gifts
Talents a world awaits for us to expose
We hide our greatness take it for granted
We all know there is no better place to be than one where you, yourself suppress positive talk and image
Sooner or later we all have hidden before
Wanting yourself in space away from being touched or heard is an addiction
We all addicts of hiding
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ADDICT
PoetryWe all ADDICTED to someone We all ADDICTED to something We all ADDICTED to a place We all ADDICTS. What are you an ADDICT too?
