This is me expressing my fear, and the fact that, honestly, I don't know what I'd do if people knew what I'm like on the inside. I'm messy, and.. wrong.
I am a soul, one of many,
Not a nickel, not a dime, simply a lonesome penny.
But when I write, I spread my wings,
I create magic, of all things.
Magic in words, they tell my story,
Of foxes and bears, just a bit gory.
Somehow, though, I call through glaciers and ice
To my heart, my virtue and vice
They are crooked, that much is true,
My morals aren’t strong, why they don’t stand tall, I have no clue,
Except for an unsatisfying childhood.
Many horrors, and perhaps I’m not a good
Girl, I understand that.
Maybe I’d just like to be, not a straggly cat
That nobody wants.
Because it’s real, nobody cares, it’s not like I flaunt
My voice, I keep it silent for my own safety.
If anyone saw who I really was, they’d leave me. I don’t do things bravely,
I do them cautiously, so I don’t get hurt,
And I can keep myself under wraps. If I ever blurt
Stuff that doesn’t make sense, I hope
That people will ignore it, just forget I said it, I won’t mope
Around about that. But now it’s time to end this
Before I slip up, and reveal what I am, that won’t be bliss,
I can assure you. Goodbye, don’t hate
Me for doing this, please. It’s only faulty fate.