I want so badly to share my stories.
But I tend to keep them where no one sees.
The words I write down in all my books
Are more me than even my looks.
Those words can destroy me
They can break me so easily.
I have hidden them from the worlds eye
So I will never be questioned or asked why
I write about the things that I do.
So I can never be judged by you.
I am sparing myself the pain
But I might also be keeping myself from gain.
A dilemma that has me trapped here
Holding my pen in hands that shake for fear.
Will I ever show you the things I say?
Perhaps soon. Just not today.