I am afraid of the dark
Not of ghouls, ghosts,
Or creatures of the night
But of me.
I'm afraid of who I become
When the moon rises
Afraid of the truth
The truth I hide
How I look
How I feel
How I act
How I speak
Everything is different
In the moonlight
I fall apart
Not only inside
But you can see it
See my vulnerability
But the moon
Its light protects me
It keeps everyone away
So no one has to see
No one knows that side
It's purely a burden
A burden I push away
I must hide it
Hidden behind the mask
Of the moonlight
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A Dark Rose Blooms (poetry)
PoetryA piece of me. A place to open all my wounds and share my joy. All the poetry here is personal to me. Writing is an escape for me, and only through writing can I put my thoughts and emotions out into the world honestly. Each piece is dated, the day...
