So, you think you can stomach me

My friend, I love you as you love me

But that's only from what you can see

What lies below is not so mellow,

that much is sure my dearest fellow.

For now I tell you that I'm sure you can't

stomach the truest of me if I grant

you a view, into the deepest part of my soul

in a lane as dark and icy as the north pole

So, my friend you please don't take offence

I do want to trust you, and you are not dense

But the self that I hide in my soul, on a hummoch

Is on some days more than even I can stomach