Well?

Well?

Emotions hide beneath the broken wings
That once knew how to fly
Saying what they are or were
Is not enough to get by

Friendship provokes thought
To where I'm going some day
Will they be going with me
Or will they be forced to stay

I'm tired of saying all things
To make people feel nice
If only they knew how I really thought
Then maybe they'd think twice

About knowing me
Experiencing my thoughts and memories
Would you? Could you?
Be prepared? In all honesty?

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