If eyes are windows to the soul,
Then what is it you see,
In side of me?
Am I merely a shell,
Hallow,
Containing nothingness inside?
Or am I exuberant
Like the sun,
Radiant with my burning soul?
Am I dark,
Spewing with ichor and slime
Do the demons I hide frighten you?
Am I rebellious,
Do I show with difference
Is my inner layer unlike any other?
Am I inwardly cold,
Do you feel the frost bite on your fingertips,
Do you feel hypothermia creeping up inside you?
Or am I all this and more?
Am I dark yet exuberant?
Am I hallow yet full?
Am I made completely of contradictions?
-MTB
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What Am I?
PoetryJust a little poem I wrote. I don't usually write poems. But I figured I'd give it a shot. I think it's kinda cool, so I'm deciding to share it Hope you enjoy!!!!
