At times the pain in life begins to numb,

the unshared thoughts I have inside my head. 

Pretty soon, I am scared they will not come,

it brings much fear it all will leave me dead.

Some notice the sadness that I carry, 

But most ignore it and don't seem to care.

To keep it all inside I must burry, 

My past, my thoughts, my pain, the life I bare. 

In crowds, I feel as if I am choking.

As if someone said I'm a waste of space.

It seems it is best to just keep fading,

into the back, always hiding my face.

They keep saying it all will get better,

easy. Be happy and a go-getter.