We cover up
our scars with paint
So prying eyes can't see
just how much we're stained
We lift up self-deception
into a form of art
An artistic way to blend in
before we're torn apart
So thank goodness, around you
I can be a lot more true
You peel off the paint
layer by layer
Make sure I feel safer
by taking such care
Truth is, it can scare me
Afraid to chase you away, see
What if underneath this hide
a monster is hiding?
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
