My brain feels lost
My brain feels chaotic
I can't let anything out
I can't let anything in
Anything or anyoneI want to show them who I really am
But what would they do?
What would they think?
Would they hate me?
Hug me?
Hit me?I don't know what to expect
It feels wrong to expect anything
People don't usually meet people like me
I have a friend like me though
Sort of two
One of them is closer to how my brain works
I love themI'm scared to tell them everything though
What if they hate me?
I'd understand it
Of course I would
But it would still hurt
It would still take away what's left of my heartSo I can't tell them
Can't or won't?
Both?I'm scared to tell them
I think they might understand
But if they knew they'd know how to destroy me
They already doBut if they knew what I want to tell them
And they hated me for it
They could destroy me in a heartbeat
A couple of words
Then I would be left as a pile of ash on the floor
A story you lock away because it's inappropriate to tell
Someone you'd rather just forget about(23/7/21)
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A Glimpse Into My Brain
PoetryMy jumbled up brain written out in poetry Please read the note in the book before reading