She hides. Thats what she does best. She hides her feelings so know one has to know. She hides her emotions so no one can ask whats wrong. She hides her trust so no one can disappoint her. She hides the sadness. She hides the emptiness, because thats all she can do. She doesnt know whats wrong. She doesnt know why shes sad. She doesnt know what makes her so empty. So she hides it all behind this happy facade. She hides it all behind her bitchy mood swings. But in reality shes just lost. In a deep dark void that shallows her whole. She searches for something to fill her emptiness, for something to make her happy again but there isnt. Shes been this way for almost a year. Never saying anything about it. Shes scared. Scared of everything. Of what people will think of her. Of what will happen. Scared of saying these things out loud. Shes scared to say it out loud because she knows. She knows as soon as the words escape her mouth they become true. So she keeps it hidden. And its all she knows
