More Than Meets the Eye
My true self I have hidden,
And with bashfulness is ridden,
And all that I am feeling forms an ultra-silent sigh;
My throat contracts with dryness,
I am beaten up with shyness,
For what is going on within equates much more than meets the eye.
With resolve I try to fight it,
My tongue gets tied so tight it
Doesn't work to speak the sentences I need to amplify;
As I stammer and I falter
I pray for this to alter,
For what is going on within equates much more than meets the eye.
I must hope this writing reaches
As it begs and thus beseeches
With a vehemence of truth that I hope will clarify;
I would brave the very devil
For us to reach another level,
For what is going on within equates much more than meets the eye.
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