Kacie B. Sharpe

Poetry, short prose, & general musings.

Do you know?

I can’t be who I truly am

No one would understand

They would start to feel

Uncomfortable with this deal

To truly know all my flaws

Peel away niceties, be raw

They couldn’t handle the grit

Of all my pessimistic shit

They enjoy me when I’m clean

Tied up neat and gleam

My mood tempered and mild

When I’m docile as a child

If they only saw my sad days

How I drink too much, forget to pray

Cry until I’m wrung out

Would they think of me differently and doubt?

The depth of my love goes unchanged

No matter my personal derange

So please accept me as I am now

That’s the only way to make this vow.