Cleansed Peaceful Soul.
Do you think you know me,
As you read between the lines,
Do you see what you hope to see,
As you peruse through my rhymes.
The shavings from my pencil,
Fall across the page as a disguise,
Sometimes the truth makes me feel ill,
While the eraser rubs out all the lies.
My heart I've laid before you,
With images to highlight the pain,
But every word I've wrote is true,
While the ridiculous think I'm insane.
You hide behind your computer screen,
I'm prejudged before the fact,
Echoes of your laughter prove you are mean,
While you talk behind my back.
I'm not here for your entertainment,
At least I can get it out of my head,
Unlike a library my story isn't lent,
Nor whispers behind my back softly said.
Some people just can't let it all go,
They hold it all tightly inside,
To afraid to let other people know,
Their true feelings behind a fake smile they hide.
It's not about truth, it's can you empathize,
And when you do the hairs stand up on your arm,
But usually you just want to criticise,
While to other's you just appear calm.
Feelings are not secrets I'm trying to keep,
Unlike some who swallow them whole,
Down on paper my eye's watch them weep,
While inside I have a cleansed peaceful soul.