I’m all cheery on the outside
Believe me, if you ever saw me in public
You’d probably think I was on something
But that’s outside
Inside is different
Inside is dark, lonely, and hateful
Sometimes I wonder how the two ever got together
Like when someone talks to me about something
Sometimes I don’t even listen
I just shut of and think
About what they would look like dead?
Or
About what human flesh tastes like?
How morbid right?
But that’s what the real me is like
Why on earth would you unleash something like that?
Just to ‘be yourself’
What if one day I answered those questions?
But don’t worry
That side of me won’t ever get out
I put shackles on her
I promise
Adding your comment:
but certainly imaginative.
