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They keep asking, Why don't you show your face? They keep begging me, To come out of hiding. I would love to, If I wasn't scared of being hurt again. If I wasn't so badly hurt already. So I shall stay here. Hiding my soul, Hiding my being. Why force myself into pain? I see no reason. Hiding is my only safety, Even if I miss out on greatness. I will hide until a day I see fit. For now.. This is my sanctuary. |