Treasure Island

Dom Hunt

(17/04/1966 / geelong)

Hidden Mind


Hidden mind you have
Behind that glorious smile
People only see some of you
Not hardship and trial

Life of the party you are
Dance for hours on end
Happy you, they think
Don't see all the pretend

So good at it now
You believe it yourself
Drive away the dark
Problems put on the shelf

Days seem easy now
But the storms will return
Thoughts will possess again
Like fire they will burn

People won't know
What happened to you
They didn't know before
You could be so blue 

Where will you turn
Will they have the time
To carry you once again
past that terrible line

Do you turn back again
And wonder what happened to me
Or will you carry it all alone
Will I be there, wait and see

Submitted: Friday, July 06, 2012
Edited: Friday, July 06, 2012

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