Hidden hurt, feelings shoved away
Not allowing anyone to come out to play
Not EC, the one who caused strife
Not Isabella, the one who once gave life
No, all that's left is I
I, who is unable to see eye to eye
So, it is with remorse I bring the news
My decision I had to choose
To bear the pain, or to give in to tears
To lock them up, or face my fears
So here I am, in poem form
Although for me, this has become the norm
As the night turns into morning
I sit upon my bed to deliver a warning
Being a friend to the author here
Is an unwise choice, here, lend me an ear
So you can listen to words I speak
And someday learn I'm nothing but weak
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
