poetic
scared to be me, who am i? know onw knows who i am, i am mysterious, or am i? Am i who seem to be. Am i an imaginary charater inside another dream? in a corner in the smallest place am i there? Am i real or am i fake? Am i true or am i the lie? The lie others hide behind, the truth that flows from the lips of liars. scared to be myself for what others might think or say. To be true is that the lie? or is the lie the truth? Am i scared to be myself for what others might think or say or am i saving them from agony of having to suffer the horror of knowing the terrible lie that i hold deep inside. deep inside i hold pieces of me know one will ever have the madness of knowing. for their sanity i will hide in a small corner in a dark place now no one will cry. don’t cry dry your tears no one will hurt you now that i am gone. to the lie i go back inside myself never to be heard again.