The Scariest Place of All Our Mind

 

In our mind

the last sanctuary.

Yet when the barriers

we try so hard to build

come troubling down, we see

the horrors, monsters

The Truth

 

When all hope is gone

from our last resort

we see the sickest thing of all

the truth about family, friends

and the darkest part of you.

The terrible deeds we try to hide

are free for the world to see.

 

Or is it

that the world has always known

and it is only new to you?

 

Author's Note

I had an extreamly hard time tonight, and this is what happened.

Reviews

[shadow night]

wow so good you deffinatly have talent in such poems. i like it and raises a good question you did well again

[dreaming dame]

Wow, truly spoken. Good question though.. have they known all along?
I like this:)

[Poe Redd]

This is great. The title intrigued me, the poem is so true, sad..

[Red]

This is very true. I've had skeletons in my closet come tumbling out and were there for everyone to see. The secrets we try to hide the hardest seem to be the ones that are the most easy to discover. It's also true that the most obvious things about us we don't even realize until it's too late to change anything or when we are the last to know. Good job and keep writing; I look forward to more.
-Red

[Kiari Sabon]

im going through stuff 2 i know how it feels im sorry an i like ur write its good