You invited yourself in through a crack in the door
looking around you yawned in a bore
Looking at my trinkets and irrelevant things
Trying to find a piece of me
but,hiding am I
from your piercing eyes
Locked in the closets
safe from your lies
You wander endlessly through my empty shell
tip toe down stairs
to a vision of hell
You thought I was so pleasant
a peaceful caring soul
little did you know of the fire down below
I come out of hiding no longer afraid
No more will I hide my silent rage
You want to know me
and what makes me tick
I hope all the darkness has not made you sick
You crawl up the stairs
shaking and scared
into a soft bedroom
and I am waiting there
at first you stare
frieghten of me
then you stand up
and come to me
I am not evil
I am not angelic
I am a little of both
I am a human
The same as you
breathing
loving
hurting
too......