I hide my emotions.
Everyday that I got through, I have a sheild.
Letting the happy out I do,
As well as the boredness and tiredness.
But the sad and hurt emotions I hold back
Along with rage.
I tuck them away where no one can see.
Although angriness can sometimes be seen with frustration.
But the personal secrets and sadness aren't shown at all.
Only lonely nights can tell of tears that had fallen.
It's been years since anyone has seen me openly cry,
Close friends especially haven't seen.
Some things I will simply take to my grave.
Their not important, or life changing,
So there's no need for anyone to know...
Life will continue on as it always has.
No change.
Same old sheilding,
Same old ways.
Only this little scrap of paper will know of such things exist inside of me...
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryWhatever poems I make and get around to posting on here. note: They are all original and NO ONE can copy them without my permission. Same goes with me stories.
