Strangers

This is fictional :p


I express my feelings by writing them,
Shaped into paragraphs, or sonnets...
And Many strangers read them
Some feel connected to the moments.
And i am glad that they are strangers,
For they know my emotions.
And if they knew me they could simply
look beneath my masks ,
And see my heart at its commotion .
I would not be able to hide,
Behind the smiles i know are lies,
They would know what could break me,
And what would make my soul suffice.
And hidden behind my heart protecting bars,
They would be able to see my horrid scars
And even though they are strangers,
They would have over me the ultimate power.

M.M
Xoxo