by Travis May


Paper Burns

What I write today I can throw away
I can pour my feelings,
my deep kept secrets
with this pen and pad,
and tomorrow destroy
so no one will see
These are my private thoughts
for only my eyes,
and this is my vice,
to clear what little conscience
I still keep
Express yourself!
But what would people say
if they knew the extremes
of the disturbed words I write alone
when there are no repercussions
and no one to judge
Then they would really see me,
my mask would be exposed!
But not to worry, paper burns

Copyright 2002 Travis James May


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