But except for these words.
So I use a penname,
'Cause they're not pretty words.
Look, I am who I am, and that's who I am. There is nothing else to say. On this site, I reveal the bare skin of my soul by posting my heart for healing or for destruction.
My poems are the raw emotion I feel inside, no masks, no lies. Do what you wish with it, for I have lost the ability to care.
Anonymously is the only way I dare reveal my emotions. At least if you don't know my name then you cannot connect my soul to my face. And so you cannot ridicule me to my face.
Insults through text are not near as destructive as insults of face and voice.
I have no claim to fame,
But except for these words,
So I use a penname,
'Cause they're not pretty words.
...
What the hell's going on?
Everything's so hazy,
I feel so damn lazy,
I can't turn my mind back on.
...
I should have done this,
I could have done that.
Would it have changed this?
I still wonder about that...
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She's stronger than she shows,
And she'll never let you know.
She hates pity and so she hides her tears,
Behind pretty eyes, who never cry
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