do you ever feel afraid
of meeting the real you
the one sat in the dark
beneath all of you
the tiny human
looking up
at all you did
throughout the years
you flipped through
the pages of your being
while she’s there
asking
calling
for help
asking for you
but who is you
beneath this flesh
who is you
the dirt you’re made of
the beige facade
the front you made
a cascade
falling
apart
slamming
into hard rock
pretending
not to hurt
when being
causes ache
hussazo 