There's something
crawling
inside of me...
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It whispers evil things when I'm alone. |
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And sings quiet little songs of insanity and fear. |
It snickers and taunts
through it's long yellow teeth.
I try not to listen
I have to be strong.
I smile when friends talk
but I don't hear them.
I don't let them see me.
Just below the surface
there is something crawling...
It's crawling and waiting
inside of me.
poem... "Hiding" by Timothy R. Wallen
copyright TRW
The Pain and Passion
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