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A poem about a person who's hiding. |
Nor Ever Will Be Pull up my sleeves And you’ll see my pale white skin Look at my ankle You’ll see my one bracelet Ask me what’s wrong, I’ll tell you. But I’ll only tell you a lie Ask me how I am And I’ll just hide how I am inside. Tell me you’re worried I’ll stop the crying Tell me you’re happy I’ll keep denying Start checking me regularly And send me away Don’t trust me, Don’t believe me, Don’t let me go It will only delay. Introduce me to God And I’ll play along Bring me to church Surely, you’re not wrong. Give me some crayons, I’ll draw you a picture I’ll include a rainbow, some bunnies And myself with a scripture Buy me a piano And I’ll play as you please I’ll be a good person And soon you’ll believe But give me a room, a notebook, a pen Give me some space and some time without friends I’ll write out my story, I’ll try to explain The inexplicable things, that from my soul have been cleansed. You’ll learn who I am Who I was, who I will be You’d soon understand Why I’ve kept you so busy Why I’ve lied through my teeth Why I’ve let you ignore me You’d figure it out, You would finally see it I’m not perfect Never was, nor ever will be |