Poetry

In a frenzy of hate

Evil

Anger

I scribble down words

That no one will ever see.

Words that are so honest

That it hurts to write them.

I reach down past the layer of synthetic happiness

I’ve built up in my soul.

I have lied to myself for so long

That I actually believe I am happy.

Now, I too see the truth about myself.

But that doesn’t make it any easier.

I want to see myself, so no one else will.

Heather L. Johnson

1998-1999