Secretly Hurting - Poem by Bron Kozakiewicz
Oh, How I wish it were night,
So that in the darkness I could hide.
And no one could look and see my tears,
Or tell by my face that I am so full of fear.
Oh, How I wish it would pour with rain,
So my tears could just slip quietly down the drain.
Without anyone knowing that I have been crying,
Or that inside me, My heart is wilting and dying.
Oh, How I wish there were a sharp, sharp frost,
So among the icicles, My tears could be lost.
And nobody could tell just how much I'm hurting,
Or how, with despair, I am eternally flirting,
Oh, How I wish it would blow a gale,
So in the wind you couldn't hear me wail,
And you wouldn't know that I was in so much pain,
Or that I feel like I am really going insane.
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