How do I express my self to you?
My subtle schemes and poetic dreams,
I hide them on pages for all to see.
And I am afraid,
Not of what you might think of me,
but of the man that I know how to be.
The one who spills into my words,
Speaking truths that cut just as deep as any lie.
Intoxicated with arrogance,
But is that not a worthy risk,
when speaking the truth?
I have no answers,
So I hide between the lines
the ugliness that lurks behind my smile,
the beauty that waits behind a frown.
Never knowing which to share
What to say or where,
But it’s there, wearing the hat of a metaphor.
Somewhere between less is more,
I wait for someone to discover,
I wait for someone to see,
That in these paper mirrors
Are all the reflections
Of me.
Terence McGovern
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Submission Name: Paper Mirrors ( part I )
