The worst of myself

The worst of myself

If another moment

Passes with the thought

That the worst of me

Equals all of me

That once you see it

Then it will be the end

The fear of being discovered

A thought which enters my mind

And darkens my soul

It will be a moment too much

Because if you leave me

Because of the worst of me

Then the best of me isn’t

Worth my time to share

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s