underneath

PoemI smell the night, so bracing and clean. While the moon radiates a silvery sheen.Poem
Inside the people laugh as they dwell. I stay behind my mask, inside my shell.
I lie in wait, in wait, in wait. For the coming of that which I most hate. What do you wait for? They say. I whisper so harshly: The coming of day.
But you hate light! They exclaim worriedly. Yes, I reply. Exactly.
I lie in wait for the sun so I may hide. So I may scurry back inside.
To my land of drawn curtains and the single closed door. Away from it and our
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I live my life in circles.
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Unintentionally annoying yet always toying.
Incredibly insecure yet always unsure.
Undoubtedly pained yet nothing still gained.
Intangibly me... yet who can I be? --- Me
I just noticed your interests.... Scotland and Celtic FC
hail hail
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-sorry for my bad english
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