Wednesday, April 23, 2014

April 16 PAD


Hidden

The mirrored image I observe today
Would probably be painted in pastels
With walnut colored hair messed up like hay
My many flaws, I know them, oh, so well

But outside me is just an opaque screen
Impossible to see what lies within
I’m often sabotaged by what is seen
What makes me tick here underneath my skin

Outside I may be quivering with fear
Inside exploding with bright hopes and dreams
Sunshine and roses, fun, laughter and cheer
Compassion and grand altruistic schemes

And when the clock strikes the final Midnight
What once was hidden will be in plain sight

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