Inside Out
Inside I know
I'm really good (we all are),
but outside these limbs
are haunted by society's ghost
and one day truth may utter
it's silvery song
in perfect unison with humanity
But it hasn't happened yet
and I can't help but wonder
if she'll ever speak peace
with a clean tongue
or will the air dirty her poem
before true words form
Oh God, have I resisted you
over a bottle of perfume
and twisted views
Help me back to a less vain conscious,
to where soul believed whole heartedly
in dreams,
it seems I've ignored them
into extinction
Oh God, what have I done?
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