The things I hide
From curious eyes.
Oh, how they wish to see;
But I can not show you the real me.
And long outspoken,
Bruised, and hurt.
You say you want to fix me.
But that cant be done.
Because you can fix a broken mirror,
But the cracks wont go away.
Pieced back together by your words,
But broken apart again by your actions.
You see the scars; you see the bruises.
You see the things that are dark and you run.
This is why,
I hide the things I hide.