Hidden
Written 8/6/99
I hide myself well,
no one will see my personal hell.
Because I know,
if I were to show,
my painful self,
no one would care about my emotional health.
It's true, I've tried to share,
but those people didn't care.
I thought they were friends,
I believed their lies and pretends.
And when I showed them my hurt,
they left me, like I was useless dirt.
To think about it, maybe they're right,
why else would they have taken flight.
So I won't bother anyone, anymore,
I'm just too much of a bore.
And don't say I'm not, I don't need more lies,
I know all you want is to hear my cries.
But you won't,
to cry now is a don't.
I'll just handle it on my own,
because I am alone.