The Man Inside Her Head

No you can’t, see inside of her head 
But look at all of those men, 
Crawling in and out of her bed. 
And she’s not broken, no 
She is what everyone else sees 
Stronger than you or me 
But nightly, she cries 
But nightly, she dies. 
Look at her 
What is it you truly see 
Standing tall in front of you 
Her walls, proudly towering 
Break them down. 
Watch them fall 
Pick up the broken pieces left behind 
Fragments of her broken lives 
And exterior built with lies 
Break them down 
Scratch the surface 
Scratch it deep 
She’s holding on to words she keeps 
Bottled up inside her head 
Spilling out now 
She’ll hide instead 
She can’t stay, the walls go up 
The secrets left as untouched 
Waiting again 
The men inside her bed 
The man inside her head.

Reviews

[Mia]

Stillness must be your worst enemy...when you're not busy not moving imagine the demons that show themselves! Very poignant write!

[rankoranko]

kind of desturbing, who was that woman?

[Glen]

Wow, this is wonderful, thanks