Nov 2015
Do they care for what I am?
Do they see the truth in me?
Because it feels as though my words are frivolous,
As though no one can see.
That what I've got is meant for them
To test, to poke, to ****.
To figure out
And then they'll find
That this is no facade.
Do they see the truth in me?
Because it feels as though my words are frivolous,
As though no one can see.
That what I've got is meant for them
To test, to poke, to ****.
To figure out
And then they'll find
That this is no facade.
This is the first part of my first ever poem. I was really proud of it and it lead me to continue writing.
