No one knows the person
behind the words that I write,
he is a stranger to me
until he appears late at night.
Lying awake I hear a voice
letting me know how I should feel
and in that moment for once
everything seems real.
No longer do I hide behind
the questions I want to ask,
I feel braver and think
I am up for any task.
But this person doesn’t
hang around for long
and soon enough
everything starts to go wrong.
I retreat back into
this world I have created,
where I read the words
and immediately feel deflated,
for there in the words
that I’ve written
are all the things I’d like to say
but I know are forbidden.

Nice poem!
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