I know that I'm not beautiful
Much less even pretty
Because it's not what matters on the outside
No, it's the things within me
My violent past,
my twisted lies
the things that no one knows
the things that I despise
These are the things that make me, me
These are the things that you don't see
I may look good on the outside
But my friend, that is but a mask
When I reach my hand out to you
I suggest you walk away
For there is no place for a person like me
who wears a mask during the day
My web of lies
so graceful and fluid
it will trap you in
and you'll never be free
So when I reach my hand out to you
I suggest you walk away
For there is no place for a person like me
who wears a mask during the day
YOU ARE READING
poems
PoetryThese are just little things I write in 5 minutes, so don't think much of them xD I know that they're not very good
