There were things inside me.
I bothered not to say.
For fear of pity, or pettiness displayed.
In all truth and tone sincere.
I think some things you needed to hear.
I forsake my self image, for you my dear.
My lack of self all but clear.
The things inside was breaching the stitches.
I wasn’t sure if I was so vicious.
But the tears I found when you downcast yourself.
Were far more bitter then my ones of self doubt.
For I knew these tears were my token.
Of all that I had spoken.
View User's Journal
Main Character
 |
