Me

I closed my eyes, seeing no one,
There is none who cares, none.
The doubt I hide inside me, blinds.
Like a chain, a tendril, it reminds,
Of the things I blinded myself from.
Quietly, fading like hope, I succumb.
The me inside is so ugly, so very ugly.
Why do I look like this? Seeking,
For something. I found myself speaking,
Hating as I did, cringing from myself.
I hide, never truly seeing my ugly self.
Never wanting anyone to walk inside.
The hidden lies, my unfounded pride.
I don’t want anyone to see me.
Not the ugly, hideous me.
Don’t walk in, don’t try.
The secrets I keep, the little sky.
I fade, leaving no footprints,
Quietly, leaving no prints.
So no one would remember I existed.
The me and my ugly soul so twisted.