When I look inside, What do I see? No place to hide, Just me. Look at me, I am hidden. You can't see, The parts forbidden. What is Real, What is not? How to feel, About my thought. Can't you see through it all, Can't you help, lest I fall?

Coffee Beans & Writer/Runner Dreams
Writing Fiction and Running Miles! That goes together, right?
When I look inside, What do I see? No place to hide, Just me. Look at me, I am hidden. You can't see, The parts forbidden. What is Real, What is not? How to feel, About my thought. Can't you see through it all, Can't you help, lest I fall?