Me
I built this image of myself,
A guise I hide behind.
No one ever sees the "me",
Or parts of any kind.
The shaking, fearing, inner child,
That cries when no one’s there.
To hold the lies of many fears,
The thought of no one’s care.
Sadly written for a friend suffering on meth.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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