What I hide inside.

Often, my moves are mistaken,
mistaken for greatness and good.
My words are wrongly taken,
as seeing tears for blood.

Your hands will always catch me,
hold me close and dear.
But inside you cannot see,
my darkness and my fear.

Do you really know me?
I strongly bet you don't.
You can't see the black within.
The darkness in my soul.

It's what I hide...
What I hide inside.

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