Written down in diaries, the secrets lie within
No matter what we try, the faces of us, turn back, sin after sin
The soft speaking words slither out of our mouths, twirling the actions we choose.
The back and forth motion of atmosphere, the click upon our brains choose what to do
Nothing we know, but the feeling of, the way we act and everything, that’s a clue.
Just watching as some backs turn, the face scribbled to a perfection.
The blood quickly rushing to the brain, my actions will not be as slow.
The comments and whispers, the stares, the reactions, all come up to about a blow.
My throat feeling as an occurrence of goodbye, the jammed part over topped with tears.
The things you do, to make me feel this way, will continue as it is.
This is Me, and I guess, MY BEST GUESS, that’s You.
That will all it will ever be.
The photographs of the masked faces, the painted on design looking so similar.
Now I see, I remember…
“Now, that is m y b e s t f r i e n d ”

~ Anthony, London, Ontario, Canada