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Personal Poems It’s hard,
being a private person.
Never sharing those dark secrets.
Never sharing anything in general.
Well you share a good laugh,
and talk to talk, but never about yourself.
I am that person, one who never dwells on myself
...Well not until I started to write.
These few pages house my thoughts and ideas,
things that need to be said.
Things that have built up inside me.
I am a man,
I think more then I should.
To old for my age most would say.
It seems to be true, even I would agree.
Yet in many more ways I’m still a child.
Still haven't grown up,
Still searching for what can never be found.
Maybe its better,
take all those experiences
hide them deep away.
I've done it for so long,
what should change now?
You keep everything inside.
It’s a volatile liquid...
Burning on the inside.
One small jolt and it explodes.
On those whom don't deserve.
It’s better to be able to survive,
to get everything off your chest...
Stop hiding under humor and meaningless talk.
Jokes, and fun, poking fun, or making fun of yourself...
It is all a mirage...
It’s not the true problem,
but at least for me,
it keeps those problems away,
just for a little longer.
