Corners, cupboards
Anywhere i can hide
Hide myself from the outside world
The world that don't know the real me
Knifes, razors
Is how the real me stays hidden
I don't want people to know what i'm like
who i am, what i do!
I'm hidden
I feel so alone and lost
No-one understands or believes me
I'm worthless
I'll stay hidden
Till the day i die
So that people don't judge me
I'm hiding: (
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a really great poem