Nested Lines

Walking these streets

all I see are words alone 

sprawled against the walls 

smeared with tears, hidden inside

neatly nested in the lines of my paper

fighting battles and living lies

Can't say the truth and neither 

portray a lie that seems like one 

One day I feel too hard

and other day, just a mirage

And if my thoughts were put out for the world to see 

only a few would understand them indeed

People will come and go 

but this is my home, so I hope

when all the worlds have spilled off my flesh, and all  

I have are my naked bones

Look at me as if I were an art you chose to let go.