Hiding - Poem by Brooke Schmidt
Waiting for something that never comes.
Hiding until I'm found.
But i never am.
or have i.
I can't see so i wouldn't know.
I wouldn't put it behind anyone.
They don't care unless it's them.
They don't know pain.
They never felt it.
To them I'm lying.
But I'm not it's them lying to me.
Trying to prove something.
Waiting for excitement.
They always get it.
Then they brag.
Not caring is the only way i can get by.
Not having a care.
Hiding the emotions.
is the only way to get by.
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