I am still untitled

i am not down to give myself a hug

although reading through everyone's bios

i would be down to give everyone here one

writing is so pure, and it's our livelihood

but in the real world my personality is centered

around carefully hiding who i really am, lest i freak someone out

with my intangible thoughts

scattered like so many moving parts

my writing on here is a random

bleeding of thought and feeling;

a messy canvas of later regret

at what I have to say, a paintbrush gone astray

but in the real world i am careful to hide what's inside my mind

for there are voices that tell me things i

don't believe; in the hour of honesty and conviction

i am sadly not present, somewhere else entirely