I hear the silences in your screams.
I see your nightmares
In your sweetest dreams.
I see your depravities
And hidden beneath them, your insecurities.
And I see you put on your masks
To hide the keening ghosts of your past.
But oh my wretched darling, believe me
I love you more when you’re all mad rage and tears – free!
Than when you are hiding in plain sight
As what the world wants you to be.
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