This body I find myself inhabiting
Is quite disgusting really.
He hides from plain sight,
Yet everyone seems to think he's in this metaphorical sunlight.
They look at him and see what they want,
A potted flower in need for "love".
They dont see me.
They'll never see me.
I hide beneath the scarred skin.
Behind our eyes, and our teeth...
I am always watching in the shadows...
Learning...Observing...
Hes so afraid to let me out,
That he won't let himself die...
His one true wish.
He may hurt torturously behind closed doors,
And scream....silently...
But the day I get out,
Will be the day eveyone sees...
Just how bad I can fucking be...
D~
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
