I want people to know the truth,
But I'm scared.
Scared of the disappointment I'll face.
What will they think of me?
Will they ever see me the same?
Will they treat me different?
I don't know if I could take it.
Maybe I'll just continue to hide it,
Because if no one knows, maybe at least they can stay happy.
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Wilted Flowers
PoetrySometimes you just need to write it down. Here are my thoughts.
