In a world with billions of people
There I am, constantly in my head
Alone and quiet, I have always been
Scared and shy, I have always been
Hiding behind bright people
Hiding within the darkness
Some will notice but no one ever stays forever
This shell of emptiness
Is it for my protection or
Is it an object of harm?
Expressing my heart
No one knows the real me
The real broken person
Not even myself
So much has been hidden, buried
Who can discover the truth?
Emotions are evil, they reveal too much
Yet emotions can help
Confusion sneaks in like a regular visitor
Doubt following right behind
Will these voices always be there?
They cause the hurt