Many Faces

Naught Art

I wanted to put myself under the impression that I am closed

And I am full of secrets nobody knows.

Now I have lied to myself about self suppression

I marvel at words towards myself full of aggression

It seems self love-

no

self loathing

Is all I need

 

I feel discolored

I do not want show what is under my covers, but I have got a secret to tell

I want you to know so well

I want you in my brain

I want to know if you see if something is wrong

and I want to belong

To you

Can you tell me how my world is? From your perspective - I can not trust myself

I am ashamed of this wealth and I can explain these inaccuracies to better suit your dance

But I will still be me

 

I am so tired I need to recoil

I am terribly inconsistent but I will root into your soil

As a science, I can be your anthropologist because I will learn what is in your mind.

I will horde them for myself for when I recede into my darkness

it will be mine

  • Author: Nosimaj (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 18th, 2023 21:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    a searching write, relatable
    thanks for sharing

    • Naught Art

      Thank you,
      Your understanding
      Means more
      Than what’s understood.



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