unspoken expectations
a private mind
quietly peering out from behind
taking in timidly what it sees
with each step a million questions
a single one demanding intensely
the falsity and superficial
mock scoff tease scorn
it cant tell it wont know
and it threatens security
distracted by the need to please
swallowed up by deluded fear
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
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