Inside (a poem)

inside (a poem by m.farrell)

it's all those things on the inside
that we have no control over;
those hiding, lurking pulses;
the clock of age and time
that slowly and privately eat away at our insides
while we walk around worrying
so much about our outsides

it's the pace at which these secret demons grow
and take hold without our ever knowing
and when we discover them
suddenly the outside matters less;
it is a mere facade;
a mask to cover the fear of what is lurking
inside that we cannot control