Inside My Head
What is this thing,
I can do, inside my head?
I can see, all that I am,
all that I am not.
The questions I pose, the answers not found, and some that are.
Inside my head.
Can you? Do you?
The outside world cannot see the me, that I see,
the truth of me, inside my head.
I talk to me, I answer me.
The conversation is silent,
to all except me, inside my head.
I'm not scary to me, but fear to others, I might be.
So on the outside, I wear a disguise!
So much time and effort are given to support, my disguise.
I am tired, inside my head.
I wonder right now, if there is someone somewhere,
who would find the me,
inside of me,
with disguise discarded,
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