What am I hiding?

Not much, actually.

But the question is:

From myself,

Or from others?

I’m not insecure,

And I’m comfortable with myself.

I’m confident,

But maybe that’s more

Fake it ‘till you make it.

I think what I’m hiding is my neediness

By doing the opposite.

I try not to let it show.

But I do need love once and a while.  

I want attention;

Maybe because I’m an only child.

A little lonely, I guess.

Parents were always busy

And I needed attention from other places.

But I feel like I’m not getting the response I need

And I don’t want to be a wuss about it

So I suck it up, push it down,

And write horrible poetry.