I have a secret chamber
Of which I hold my thoughts.
I hold it close to my chest
So you can only barely see.
It glows a soft gold amber
But underneath is black as coal
So that sometimes I may rest
And people can only see my glow
It's torture to hide my true colors
But I know it's for the best
For if they saw the cheerful girl is sad
They'd surely follow down my path.
They see the world in watercolors
But I only see in pencil grey
For every joy is only a fad
Until the next one comes our way
My chamber hides inside my hands
So that you cannot see
My secret thoughts and angry words
That will never see the day
DU LIEST GERADE
A Book of Thoughtful Poetry
PoesieA book of poetry I wrote myself. I doubt it would sell But hopefully it would make you think As we dive through hell
