For each, a world they do not share;
a place where wounds are all laid bare.
Each man and woman, teen and child
has a world where they’ve gone wild
and raged against the social mores
to rend life’s fabric – vicious claws.
That hidden world within each heart,
filled with life’s most sacred art.
Within that space – their inner being;
that from which they’re oft seen fleeing.
Or embracing till their heart’s on fire;
redemption through their funeral pyre.
That secret place brings shame and glory
and tells the whole of their life’s story.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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