I don't know if you can tell
I'm broken.
do I hide it well?
sometimes I do. sometimes I don't.
sometimes I should
(but I just won't)
with all the cracks in my fa;ade
(for all to see)
don't dig too hard
don't reach too far inside my soul
you'll find some things
(that make skin crawl)
some things I used to think were wrong
that stayed well-hidden
(for too long)
if used, they could've been sublime
now frayed and faded -
lost to time
some things forgotten (but not lost)
some tiny bits
(that hurt me most)
some things that used to make me smile
that've lost their shine
(it's been awhile)
my soul's in constant compromise
my mind -
a hoarder's paradise
don't try to chip away my walls
you'll find abyss
(it'll eat you whole)
I don t know if you can tell
© Copyright: Марина Фордвэкс, 2018
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