Something

I lied,
terrified and scared.

These things that I do
always.

I’m tirelessly
becoming sensitive.

This name
that I keep carrying
in good or bad days,

turning a memory lane,
keeping it private,
writing flawlessly,
forgetting who I am.

Something about me
that you don’t know
can consume your identity.

 

2019

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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