“I hold my issues up for all to see like show and tell.

A lotta people know me but, not a lot know me well.”

I write poems from the dark corners of my bedroom and post them where the world can see

Do my friends read them? no

Does my family see them? no

I write under the cover of darkness when the house’s deep in slumber and my demons are a-stirring

I leave bits of me in all my writings

Bits and pieces of who I am

Read my works and you will find me

Hidden deep underneath

I pull poems from my life and display for all to see

But no one can tell fact from fiction in my fantasies

You think that you know me?

Better think again

You know not one bit of the pain that shaped who I am

You do not know of the things I write when sleep does not take me

Nor the songs that reverberate in my head on the daily

If you think that you know me you are quite mistaken

You haven’t the slightest clue of who I truly am