memoirofme:
behind every door a soul hides behind every door a soul cries behind all four walls and one door i die a little inside i cry my tear ducts dry but most of all i hide behind a broken smile a broken door i know im not alone i know its not only me because if it was

behind closed doors...

Please hear what I am not saying…

Don’t be fooled by me. Don’t be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a mask, a thousand masks, masks that I’m afraid to take off, and none of them is me. Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me, but don’t be fooled, for God’s sake don’t be fooled. I give

Not Quite a Shakespearean Sonnet

How do I love thee?I cannot count the ways.Not the fluttering in my heart,Nor the shortness in my breath,Nor the lightness in my step,Not even the sparkle in my eyes at the thought of you,Or the elation in my soul at the sound of your sweet smile,None of this will ever truly hint at how

Integrity is Dead

Betrayal never is an easy pill to swallow, no matter how jaded I might be. The worst of it is when I find myself compelled to question every moment of sincerity that I expended in affection, admiration and respect towards those that I held in such high esteem. People, including me, often suggest that no