There is so much of me
They never see
blinded perhaps or lost in their own reverie
You understand, of course
It is only a mask for my dark depravity
Some days I grow weary of nice sweet civility
I long to rage and howl at the moon.
Only another like me
understands this personality
The way to fend off hurt and frailty
is to simply pretend
and just be
something else entirely
About Me
- Michelle
- I'm a Mother & a wife who aims to put one word in front of the other, on a page, that will not result in the reader wanting to hurl.
1 comment:
No, Janie. You do not want to see me rage. Perhaps one of my characters might rage, but you wouldn't want to see Michelle rage. Because If I raged, something would blow up by spontaneous combustion. It is a very careful control I have, and sometimes it is precarious at best.
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