There are parts
of mine
that are
far from fine,
I hide them well
behind
a mask so pretty
concealing an ugly mind,
dark-dingy corners
where
I don't let in the
Sun's glare,
filthy and messy
with litters from past
devilish and doomed
been from the very start,
I'm twisted
inside-out
cold and unlovable
without a doubt.
But I keep
all this
to myself
like a kiss,
that's too *****
to share
like a secret
I bear
&
add
layer
after
layer
burying these
demons and evils
deeper and deeper
calming the
impending upheavals.
I'm Not Generalising
Just Realizing What's Wrong With Me In General?