Deep down inside
A boiling mix of pain
And suffocating anger
In the dark
Are waiting for a victim.
I remain
A dormant force -
One tiny little spark,
One mindless hasty move
And all will blow to hell...
But when they look at me,
How could they know or tell?
Of all the roles I play
Not one has yet revealed
The ugly truth inside
So skilfully concealed.
Deep down inside...
© Copyright: Элиза Микаилова, 2013
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