MY WORDS EMBODY MY DREAMS,
I SPREAD THEM UNDER YOUR FEET…TREAD SOFTLY.
ENCRYPTED WITHIN THEM IS THE KEY,
IF YOU’RE ATTEMPTING TO UNDERSTAND ME.

I’M A MYRIAD OF STORIES,
A MOSAIC OF PERSONALITIES & TRAITS.
I‘M THE DREAMS & ASPIRATIONS OF SO MANY,
WOVEN INTO THE FABRIC OF OTHERS DISAPPOINTMENTS & MISTAKES.

A QUILTED TAPESTRY,
COMPRISED OF MY MIND BODY & SOUL.
YOU MAY UNDERSTAND MY GIFT…MY CURSE,
EMPATHETIC EMOTIONS AREN’T SO EASY TO CONTROL.

SO I KEEP THE PAIN HIDDEN,
BURIED DEEP WITHIN MY PSYCHE.
BUT…IF YOU LOOK IN MY EYES,
YOU WILL SEE…THE PAIN GETTING TO ME.

YOU WILL SEE MY TAPESTRY UNRAVEL,
TO THE POINT WHERE MY SECRETS MAY BE REVEALED.
IT’S MY RESPONSIBILITY TO MAKE SURE,
THE WORST OF ME…CONTINUES TO STAY CONCEALED.

BURIED AWAY BENEATH A VEIL,
OF CLEVERLY CONCEIVED LIES.
IT PAINS ME TO HIDE MYSELF…TO BURY WHO I AM,
TO SQUASH MY INSTINCTS…AND FILE THEM AWAY…DEEP INSIDE.

WHO I REALLY AM NEEDS TO STAY HIDDEN,
OR THE PROGRESS I’VE EARNED WILL BE DESTROYED.
ALL MY HARD WORK…ALL I’VE ACHIEVED,
WILL BE RENDERED OBSOLETE…NULL & VOID.

I REALIZE BY HIDING MYSELF,
I OPEN THE DOOR…FEEDING MY ANGER & FRUSTRATION.
THEY SAY…I SHOULD EMBRACE EVERY PART OF ME,
AFTER ALL…I’M ONE OF GODS CREATIONS.

CERTAINLY NOT WHAT HE INTENDED,
I KNOW FULL WELL THE COST OF MY SYSTEMATIC SUICIDE.
IF I CONTINUE TO BURY WHAT I DON’T LIKE ABOUT ME,
HOW LONG...CAN I SURVIVE?