Revealing only a fraction of what lies within
No one will ever know the whole truth
A single image of my life
One sentence, one slice of time
They can never capture the vastness of the world
That I carry inside me
Hidden beneath my eyelids
Pulsing with colours so vivid
That I must shield my eyes
To protect them from the radiance shining from within
Darkness, light, and all that lies between
In the end, it all matters
They will never know, judgment prevails
It is easier that way, better for their selfish nature
This way
They need not judge what they do not do themselves
They can hurl at me
All those old, mistaken judgments
That no longer matter
And yet
They are useful to me in a way
They enrich
The pages
Of my fictional tales
Flesh-and-blood characters
Are better than invented caricatures
About the Creator
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