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. |
Submission Name: Hiding
