What We Really Are
A person dark and treacherous
as found inside my wild and worn
as winter heart, and seeing just
the cracked and shallow, devious
and hollow things that leave me torn,
I give a kindness when I must,
I can't be what they think I am.
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Jake A. | Year Posted 2015
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