Strange Mind

Impersonal assumptions of one will never fully reveal the machination or true substance.

Welcome, traveler,
To my strange mind!
Grab a book, then,
Take a look inside!
You’ll see pages full,
Of pain and pride,
Rows and rows
Of raging tides.
Some understand,
In whom I confide,
But others could never see,
And I can’t say that I mind,
But it hurts my heart,
Each time that I hide.