open myself up

i usualy tuck my poems away, slightly out of sight, with occasional posts on my myspace blog, but since i mentioned my turn in the spotlight at an open mic it only makes sense to continue this openness and share with the big wide world a little

the following is an untitled poem, and was my unplanned encore on thursday night:

He is crying
because underneath the haircut
underneath the clothes
and the attitude
hidden by what everyone else sees
what he wants everyone to think
he doesn't know who he is