Tucked out of sight

Everything in ink
On paper
Each and every feeling

Dramatic or sad

Pre conceived notions
Stabs in the back

A falseness
An undertone

Just cheer up
You’ll be fine

So I smile
Let you see what you want to believe
And continue this broken life I lead

Ink and paper
Paper and pen
My drug of healing

A fix
An invisible needle jammed into my brain

A blessing
A curse
No understanding
Only conclusions

Madness in thoughts
Poured out

Never to be seen
Everything hidden

Road closed
No more accusations…


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