Look At Me
Its Different
It is not a Quiet Show,
I am Naïve;
Faults are my bitter Sword
But I don’t want them to See
until I get it better;
Let me hide Underneath.
There are Eyes ,
waiting for my turn.
Harshness;
I see them Burn Me too,
I don’t want to Be
what they want Me to Believe
I am scared to Breathe.
An Empty shell of Life,
Softness preaching Wise,
Look at Me;
I am here Stronger
in the tough times,
I am a Story of a Lifetime.
But I am Naïve,
Faults are my bitter Sword
Accustomed ;
I haven’t really thought
of being a persistence Gibe.
Hold me until I can Decide.
Pushed ahead
its been a quiet a time,
Hiding, is not even a Choice
Still Underneath;
Now You Belong to the Sky,
Meet Me;
I Owe you for a another Lifetime.
So Its different,
It is not a Quiet show
Henceforth ;
the Noise I subscribe for,
is not something I Adore
But I walk with a smile
stopping as they Arrive ,
Quiet in high Canopy
my fears fall as they Arise.
I still build my Prodigy,
In Solitary exquisite
As You Continue to,
Look at Me.
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