Who I am? That’s a Secret


Take a deep breath in

Feel the moon on my soul

The twinkling of the

Stars in the midnight sky

The crickets and the owl

The sweet sound of the

Wind chimes on

The hot summer breeze

All alone again

In my garden of

Make Believe

They are not real

You know

And neither am I

We are just

Words on a page

Pretty words

That I weave

Into Fairy Tales

And make believe

I am a fake, a fraud

Nothing about me is real

Nothing I write is true

Well, just a little


A small glimpse into

The nothing that I am

I made myself up

One day I’m old

The next day I’m young

One day I’m sad

The next day I’m in love

None of it is real

Just fancies and fiction

I’m nobody just

Make Believe

No heart to break

No eyes to weep

No voice to speak

Just words on a page

Who I am? That’s a Secret

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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