Why must I hide what I have been through, just to protect your image for those who care about you.
Why can’t I share with the world what I’m feeling inside, without a care in the world of what you’ll look like.
Why are they offended by what I have said, if I speak the truth of what has happened.
When did I become the bad guy after all of this?
Can’t they see how much I loved you and how deep is my agony?
Why can’t they understand me as humans?
Can’t they see how broken I am and what you’ve done is unfair?
You do this with out feeling any guilt, make them fall madly in love, using them for your needs till you get bored and move on.
Tell them the truth, since you claim to be such a good man, tell them all the hurt you caused me before the very end.
Tell them how I covered it and was force to put on a smile like there was no pain.
Tell them what I wrote was what you deserved and no less.
Why must I hide to protect your image?
Why can’t you tell them exactly what happened.
2 thoughts on “Why must I hide”
Really good questions. I stopped hiding and just let the shit fly at me. Revealing. Lost friends many times — because they weren’t really friends, were they? The surprise isn’t that friends weren’t as true as we hoped they were, but that we don’t need them to be true the way we thought we did. We don’t die after all. And then, after they see that and see that we still love them, some of them start to come around…
Yeah very very true! Thanks for reading and commenting I appreciate the feed back!😊