Inside
This work was recently featured on Spillwords Press. I had not posted it here, in the hopes they would be more interested in unpublished works. But as this is the digital repository for all my writing, I thought I would share it for those who may have missed the post with the link to its publication elsewhere.
Inside©
Penned by Brad Osborne
The me I hide
The me inside
A little boy
A broken toy
What I exude
Shows not the feud
Struggles within
Remain hidden
The truth belied
Not seen outside
Not sure the me
For them to see
If opened once
It holds no bunce
The flood I fear
May then appear
The truth laid bare
So all can stare
Now in their sight
My private plight
This broken toy
This little boy
The me inside
The me I hide
commonsensiblyspeaking 
Excellent poem. Congratulations.
Thank you for your kind words! That means a lot as I much admire your work too!
Beautiful expression of a lost child..simply awesome..
Thank you Meena! There is a little bit of a lost child in all of us.
Yes true.
beautiful poem, and I agree there’s a little bit of lost in all of us. had to lookup what bunce was!