Repeating In My Head Poem by Nicci hopmann

If you could see inside my heart...
You'd see my dreams, they're hung like art
You'd see the highest mountain range
Youd see the desert, void of rain
You'd see the boy that sleeps inside
You'd taste my tears, and know my pride
You'd know the truth, the lies, the songs
You'd see my Hell, and know my wrongs
The crutch, the mud, the mold, the crud
The clowns that will no longer play
The endless night, the need for day
The sweat, the tears, the years and years
You'd hear the music in my soul
You'd meet the voice that has control
But, You only know the mask of me
The empty shell, the rotting seed
If you could see inside of me...
You'd hate me more than you believe

...Cause I AM You....and YOU ARE Me.