Some days I wear my scarlet letter on my sleeve
And some days I keep my skeletons just for me
I never meant for it to be anything you’d see
Unless it’d make you think I’m lovely
It’s the lives we live without our knowing
The glint in our eyes we didn’t know we were showing
The cancerous, choking vines we didn’t know we were growing
The seeds of weeds we didn’t know we were sowing
But what can one do
When another finds the truth
We didn’t know we had to hide
The monsters
in the darkness
we didn’t know we had inside
What a beautiful portray of the inner self.
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful writing friend! 😇✨
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Thank you so much 🙂
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