deepundergroundpoetry.com
Distrust
what are you hiding from me now?
A blade to carve on my skin.
I push at the thought of pain.
Pulling out the idea that I am a disgrace.
What is my mind hiding from me now?
What does my heart see that is so hard for my eyes to accept?
Others run around.
So carefree.
I sit in the shadows.
Hour after hour.
Does nobody see me?
What are they hiding from me now?
So distrustful.
A blade to carve on my skin.
I push at the thought of pain.
Pulling out the idea that I am a disgrace.
What is my mind hiding from me now?
What does my heart see that is so hard for my eyes to accept?
Others run around.
So carefree.
I sit in the shadows.
Hour after hour.
Does nobody see me?
What are they hiding from me now?
So distrustful.
Published 4th Apr 2013
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 669
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
