I want to write poetry like a confession that I’m bleeding like blood that I’m crying like a heart’s cry that I’m singing like it’s a love song that I’m feeling like it’s a feeling that I’m fighting like it’s a fight I’m welcoming like it’s a welcome I’m inviting like it’s an invite I’m opening like I’m open and amazing I want to write amazing poetry like I’m reading some famous poet and that poet in me
I don’t want to Open my mouth Because I’m still afraid The truth might come out And if it does If it really breaks free You’ll see what I am You’ll see the true me The one I hide With jokes and lies I’m a terrible person All jokes aside You don’t seem to know it You don’t seem to see Even a glimpse of that person That I know to be me I’m such a good actress I hide it so well Cover it with a laugh And you’ll never tell You see depth in my eyes You see love and emotion But what would you see If I ever did open I can’t bear to find out I can’t bear to show The me you don’t see The me that I know If I let it out If I let it be I know for a fact That you would hate me.