Sunday, May 3, 2015

Nothing to Hide

Sometimes it feels like all I am is a collection of references
Both popular and obscure
Comic jabs and spikes of laughter distract with their camouflage
Hiding from almost all, the true state of turmoil and unrest within
Except from the one who bothered to open the book and read
The art of hiding isn't perfected around you
Where I hide in plain sight is exactly where you see me, in plain sight
As true as I see you, your face a mirror of your state of mind
A terrible liar you are to me, sometimes it is too easy
There is no reason to hide of course
Physically and mentally we lie naked in front of each other
Nothing to hide and nothing to fear
Let us stay forever here

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