Your staring at me
With piercing eyes
I stand here
That wall
You seem never to get over
You want to understand me
To see what makes me
Tick and tock
But I don't let you in
For your a disease
And am the cure
And you want to be cured
But am not yours
YOU ARE READING
Behind The Mask
PoetryTo me poetry should flow like water. Hiding Behind The Mask is a behind the scenes look at my life - raw and real.
