cathartic experiences

the stuff that makes me, is buried deep
a dark cavern resting in my mind
the pages of the book are crinkled and torn
discarded and truthful
you will never know exactly who i am
though you may try

you can't reach me, with a touch
you won't even brush the surface
my skin is my alibi
you must dig miles inside
trapped and furious
but you will never know exactly who i am
though you may try

years will go by
no answers to confusing questions
my thoughts will bind me
as i slip into the night
terrified and alone
and you will never know exactly who i am
thought you may try