seek (8/12/19)

hiding.

 

always hiding.

 

what are you afraid of?

 

what is it that you're running from?

 

i'm so tired of this facade.

 

i'd help you find what you're looking for

 

if you'd just let me.

 

then again, why am i even writing this?

 

in a mere five days 

 

i've created my own

 

tragic romance.

 

maybe i was just looking for a new hiding place.

This poem is about: 
Me

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