Real me

solitude


Notice of absence from solitude
If im gone, that means im home.

If you've felt what i've felt,

You'd understand my screams,

Your ears cant comprehend,

But they rip through my dreams,

If you've seen what i've seen,

You'd stop asking why,

You'd look past the smile,

And see the cry,

If you knew what i did,

Then maybe you'd see,

The scars hidden under layers,

The real me

  • Author: solitude (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 9th, 2026 19:42
  • Comment from author about the poem: First poem, hope you all like it, and maybe relate
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 3
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  • John Edward Smith Jr.

    I hear echoes in this. Thank you. Fine write.

  • sorenbarrett

    A mask to hide the wounds presented poetically. Nicely written Welcome to MPS



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