Secret Me
Have you ever heard my quiet plea? For you to understand me? Not just to listen or ski, Or run away to flea? The real me is so fearful, so scared, Maybe life won't be fair, So now I have dared, To become a person cold and jared, The real me is not at the front, Now I'll show you I'm not really a person to shunt, Piss me off and I won't just grunt, But I'll make sure I'll be blunt, But as planned, I know you won't understand, My words will turn as thin as sand, I don't have to demand, My explanation won't expand, Instead of being hurt because I'll be misunderstand, I'll make a borderland. -PjS
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Jet L. Muskie
I see you have joined Edgar Allan Poe and William Shakespeare in the joy of making up words! It was wonderfully written.
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Thanks you! Your words really do make my day!
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