To say that I am a walking contradiction would a capital offense clichéI wear this face for you,
a smile, maybe a laugh or two
Letting you know that "hey, everything is ok over here"
But you only need to dig a little to find the truth
Place you spade under my 4th or 5th rib, twist
and a crack that was once an inch and half long becomes a hole the size of the Missouri
Letting out rivers of everything that’s ever been wrong
Here's another one to add to the charges
I'm an open book
With a broken spine, pages fluttering in the wind
Stories, I believe, are for telling
- Dain Michael Downs
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