~ I drift upon a sea, unseen, The crowd is anything but serene, What they see, they will demean. The rift each day grows wide, So loud its din to one outside, But for hunger, I would ever hide. A gift or curse, I am unsure, Not proud to feel there is no cure, Shut down, somehow I still endure, Now lift my voice, expel this fire, Aloud, admit and say with ire, Put me out, I’m a blatant liar… When I say ‘I don’t want the world to see me.’ ~ XvDarkestNightvX Gabe
Late Night Poets 