Darkest Days|| Poetry and Prose

Me and myself.

You sit there trying to find out the real things about me.

Why I'm twisted, messed up. All of my insecurities.

You don't want to know about my past.

The knock downs, bruised heart and all the scars that last.

I'm not going to tell you of all the wrong things I've done.

Hope lost, trust gone. The ways I've had my fun.

You think you can guess at the things I've been through.

But you'll never know what's in my head, you'll never know the truth.

So before you cast your stones in this house of glass.

Remember some people are living their future from their past.

I could have been a princess or a bird so free,

But you'll never really know, how it feels to be me.