Date: 05-05-2016
All of Me
They think they know me
All of me
my smiles, my truths
inside and out.
Little do they see
the trails of deceit
in my every word
sung or whispered.
These secrets are mine
like invisible ink tattooed to my skin
they'll never look past
the flawless porcelain.
The days that I break
are the days they forget
the days that I cry
my tears of regret.
They always only see me
at my best
never in shadows
but under the light.
And as they leave me to rot
in my prison of perfection
they say they know me
All of me.
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Poetry/twenty sixteen : a poetry collection/ A poem, a day. Can't be that hard, right? One of my New Year's Resolutions this year is get back into poetry and explore new styles. This is my attempt at doing just that. This collection will be a mixture of d...
