Poems from oreo_luver
How hard can it be to be myself?
All the different portraits of myself
Just how should I choose which me to show you?
I need help...
Everywhere there are terrified children in the middle of the night.
What’s UNDER their bed? Hiding UNDER the darkness?
They’re cowering...
I look at the house in the distance,
In know what that house is,
This is A HOUSE OF DELIGHT,
The only place where can be out of sight.
...
You’re just an unwanted visitor that springs up out of nowhere,
Come anytime and have no face,
You bring along sadness and isolation,
But...