Shadows
There’s a lot hidden in the shadow of my personality, things I don’t like letting people see. I hide it here for reasons obvious to me, ’cause if you knew the things I do maybe you’d want to flee.
It’s wrecked inside like a tornado struck, shit strewn everywhere. Up from down, smile or frown, its all the same in here.
Paradoxically existing are these emotions simultaneously, it’s just which one I decide to attach to is what’s shown to those around me.
“You’ll never know I’ll never show”, I chant inside my head, because this shadow hides so well since there’s no light that you could shed.
The Heap
Managed to whittle away at some of the heap of things I’ve bottled up inside tonight. Better to take it one step at a time than to blow it up with some kinda emotional explosion probably.
Hollows
Lots of people around me,
All around for me to see.
All of them hollow.
I call them hollows because they have no substance,
Personality entirely on the surface.
Glittery shiny myspace.com ponies prada shoes accessories etc.
Its sad really.
Not to many out there anymore that arent like this
