Treasure Island

Dead Inside


My biggest crime


My stomach muscles are growing stronger day to day
Cold showers take my balled up pain away
I walk around with a smile on my face
So please dear reader turn my page

Ill show you a side of me you never knew
One I kept hidden in the deep dark blue
A side I pretend like does not render me helpless
But deep down the pain is endless

Dear reader I smile all the time
This I confess is my biggest crime

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Submitted: Tuesday, May 06, 2014

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  • Susan Lacovara (5/6/2014 2:55:00 PM)

    Sounds as if you have served your time for your biggest crime....best now for you to turn your own pages, a fresh start for better an brighter forecasted days....you are guilty, only, of brutal honesty! We hear you loud and clear.PEACE (Report) Reply

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