𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗦𝗲𝗲𝗸

𝐻𝑖𝑑𝑒𝐴𝑛𝑑𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑘

When I was young I played hide and seek.
I'd run away as others counted to ten.
I fit myself, into the smallest spaces and waited to be found once again.
I would play this game for hours, each new round was such a desire.
Knowing I could escape from the world, if only I kept myself quiet entire.
Problem from playing hide and seek is, that I got to good at the game.
Myself I now hide in everyday life, blocking out the calls of my name.
All people I left are seeking me still, yet unaware that I need to be found.
How could anyone know I'm hiding, when they've forgotten that I'm no longer around.
Years I've been playing, the last one to survive.
Someday though I'll reveal myself and come out of my hive.
That day will have to wait, I'm not quitting just yet.
I'll win this round of hide and seek, until everybody'll forget.