The real me

The true feelings

buried so deep

crushed beneath heavy locks

Where i huddle in darkness

fearing the outcome

should they break free of their chains

Concealed, deep below

threatening ever closer

stay away, leave me be

don’t come here

you might see me

it’s too painful

keeping it locked away

but should these beasts escape

then you’d see the truth

the ugly, plain truth

No jewels, no lies, no simple secret

just me

A stranger

a shadow of what you’d assumed

the open truth...

that i’m not the perfect princess

that i pretend to be

that i’m not kind or caring

but instead extremely cruel

an evil demon, instead of this imaginary angel

the mask that i wear

my inner monster

who rattles her chains

starving for vengeance

a howling, shrieking call

echoing inside a tiny cage

with my white hands blood-stained

years of suffering

shards cut my skin

broken and bleeding

crying in vain

hurting too much to hate

a small, helpless child

weeping, tears screaming

like rivers of acid

carving bitterness into my cheeks

a permanent reminder

of all of my sins

all my regrets

all the pain

the loneliness

that never ends

my wings without feathers

All of my hopes stolen

from my fragile heart

I cradle these secrets close to me

close enough that i can almost forget

their existence, a weak attempt to escape

But i am a prisoner of my own emotions