Everyone thinks
they know,
that i am not who i seem to be.
they think,
like stories,
there is something more,
a pool that seems shallow-
but in truth has no end.
i am scared that i am
just who i am
and not who i really seem to be
what if my pool,being shallow and safe,
in truth is better
than a pool that can drown?
Depth can be insanity-
Is depth worth to risk?
to walk away and let go of
my safe shallowness.
Only time can tell the truth-
to do that, the lies must be found.
And if only the truth is told till i die-
then shallow, and safe,
And sane,
And content.
Forever- people will think
Who is she?
Yet still the same i am.