A poem about the delicate line we all walk. When it comes to being true to ourselves. |
The Real You By Peter Keogh-Lynn There has been a saying; I’m sure you have heard once or twice. Sometimes said in joking, but at other times, not so nice. It has to do with your true self. The one you may deny. It has to do with the real you. The one you try to hide. Everyone has their secrets; it keeps the world afloat. Everyone has their reasons to build themselves a moat. To keep the world at bay, and never let it in. To keep themselves protected; regardless of their sin. The question then remains. What happens if they know? If the real you was exposed. Your face could you still show? If the truth was common knowledge. To all those who are dear. Would you face the world, or simply quake in fear. The pets we keep around us. Our demons they do chase. The walls we build surround us. To give us a safe place. To confess the wrongs we’ve done. In hopes we can be saved. To help us walk the twisted road. We ourselves have paved. If our pets could speak. What would they say? If your walls could talk, how much would you pay? For them to speak up, or say nothing at all. When reality starts to sink us, how far will we fall? |