I wrote a poem
A week ago
I can't find hide nor hair

It must have thought
What are you nuts
Your not posting me anywhere

I think that it's
Just low on confidence
It really wasn't all that bad

And if it needs to hide
I think that I
Could throw over the title a mask

So if you see my poem
Could you send it home
And let it know that all's forgiven

Cause this week I might
Be shy a few writes
And this poet needs to make a living

I just want to let you know
That I am still here for you
I had to let you go
So you could figure out what's true.

You hold my soul within your eyes
I never wanted to love you
You haven't said your goodbyes
And I hope you never do.

Take all the time you need
To figure out what you should do
Ignore my pain as my heart bleeds
I just want what's best for you.

But when you've got it figured out
If you still want me let me know
Please don't give me room to doubt
If I should stay or I should go.

sometimes when I close my eyes,
and feel something deep inside,
hurts some much,
but I just swallow my pride.
and keep the real me trapped inside.
to the world I smile,
grin my teeth as I open wide.
paint a smile, a-mile-high, side to side.
meanwhile, these feelings, deep down inside.

Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.

To tell the truth as far as I can see
If I were you I wouldn't want to be me
Far too many issues, way too many needs
To tell the truth as far as I can see

Ask anyone I know intimately
If I were you I wouldn't want to be me
It's a fine line that's drawn with no room to breath
Ask anyone I know intimately

I can only pass mustard to a certain degree
So if I were you I wouldn't want to be me
Do you get the idea or should I repeat
If I were you I wouldn't want to be me

Time holds an emptiness
Standing at my door
With the ringing of the bell
Hoping that I'll answer
While I just hope it goes away
As I can't take it anymore
That's just the way that I'm feeling lately

I find it overwhelming
Though I seldom venture out
There's just some things in this life
I don't care to know about
Like the who's and what's and where's
But especially the how's
That's just the way that I'm feeling lately

So if you feel the need to look for me
I'll be stuck inside
Where you'll not get an answer
As I'd rather hide than go outside
No if's ands buts or maybes
You can go ahead and tell that time
That's just the way that I'm feeling lately

I sense you feral presence
Hidden in my very essence
The foreboding calm before
The storm in my every pore

That boy's got my heart in a silver cage
To capture it, he spent days and days
But once it was seized, he locked it up
then looked at it once, and left it to rot.

He would come up to it, between 6 month intervals,
And bring it back to life, like it wasn't any trouble,
But then he'd grow dark and smash it into two,
and the cycle repeats, through and through.

He used to slip his fingers in the between the bars,
And cared for my heart, and played with my stars
He'd polish my prison, and renovate it pretty
and make sure I'm looking, when he swallows the key.

You see, the thing is:

I could escape and flee with a snap of my fingers,
I've come very close but I always linger
He teases and tortures but it's heavenly agony
I close my eyes, turn around and let him take me.