Alone with my thoughts

Alone with my thoughts

In my own world

I cannot speak of

Of who I am or what I feel

Forced to conceal

A part of me that’s real.

People see me

And believe me

strong, courageous,

confident a tad bit outrageous.

Oh, what they don’t know

Is quite depressing

And yes oh so oppressing.

Deep wounds I carry with me

And still quite fresh.

I’m conflicted

And afflicted

By persistent emotions

That follow me daily.

Deep passions

And strong reactions

To what others might dismiss.


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