Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

March 1, 2008

That Good

by Monk22

You think you know me?
Think again.
No one knows me.
I won't let them.
No one knows who I really am,
Inside my happy outside.
You can't see my inside,
You can't see the pain.
You can't see the fear,
You can't see the hatred,
Even when you look into my eyes.
I'm that good.

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