My words are my escape,
The things I won't dare say. 
They're what keeps me alive, 
Though without the will to thrive. 
The pain, the regret, the unwillingness to forget, 
They're existence is my suffering, and secretly kept. 
No one wonders and no one cares,
For that is just my cross to bear. 
Don't ask, because I'll never tell,
Its just another form of my personal hell. 
My silence is my rebellion, 
The only way I can keep everyone from telling. 
No need to worry, no need to fret,
Whether I'll make it to tomorrow is anyone's guess. 
I'm not complaining, and not entertaining
Anyone's sympathy or pity, though its usually straining.
Leave me be, and I'll make you proud, 
With my ability to make you forget I was ever even around. 
Forget what you saw, and forget what you heard, 
There's nothing left but a shadow, 
Of a girl too many times burned.