I hide away. I hide my thoughts and unusual quirks from unfamiliar faces.  I hide the hurt behind a small smile and tell them it's okay or I forgive you. I hide my cold heart with acts of kindness. I hide the overwhelming numbness I feel behind an excuse that I'm just tired. I hide from anything that makes me feel vulnerable. I hide the hopeless romantic I am behind telling the people I care most about that I don't believe in love. But worst of all I hide my true self from myself. I know I do these things and yet I am still hiding. I'm hiding behind a computer screen so I don't have to face the fear of my raw emotions being discovered. I want to be a voice and yet I hide in my writing.