None was the word
that had me breaking down,
Tears trying to leave my eyes.
One simple question
had me turn to color white,
It had me falling to the floor,
The action ending with a simple
Thud.
How could this question
Be back to haunt me again,
It replayed over and over in my head
Torturing my brain.
It was a simple question
Not even directed to me,
It was rhetorical, but even so
It made me think.
"How many people know who you really are? "
The question had me tremble
Because my answer was
"None..."
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
None was the word
that had me breaking down,
Tears trying to leave my eyes.
One simple question
had me turn to color white,
It had me falling to the floor,
The action ending with a simple
Thud.
How could this question
Be back to haunt me again,
It replayed over and over in my head
Torturing my brain.
It was a simple question
Not even directed to me,
It was rhetorical, but even so
It made me think.
"How many people know who you really are? "
The question had me tremble
Because my answer was
"None..."
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