Under soft, pink lips and light skin is where my secret lies,
"Beauty is only skin deep," and so I'd call my secret beautiful.
The beast in me, made by every little fault in me... caused by them.
I have a little secret under my skin like a second lair.
It is the monster of my faults, Peering through behind my eyes.
When I touch him it warns me with a tingling sensation...
"Don't." It says... "Careful." It says.
It grows and grows until I feel it everywhere in me.
I know better than this, and yet I find my beast warning me.
A secret that stays in the back of my mind at every turn.
It hurts... I can't...
and still I see it beautiful... even as I set it free.
I. Am. Broken.
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Behind My Eyes
PoetryA posting of every poem that I've ever written ...in continuation, as I write new things and express myself. Experience everything that lies behind my eyes. I am not very active on this site and only have used it to draw out my talents and express...
