hidden away.

I’ve always wondered

What it’s like to be myself

Openly and honest

And not hiding behind bookshelves

Waiting for someone to see

And let me into their heart.


A guy is knocking

At the front door again

Asking for that little girl

That I once was

And screaming at me

To go hide again

Behind those bookshelves 

Because how dare I try

To be myself.

izz_midnight

NH

15 years old

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    He’s in his sixties learning a new language

    And I’m just eating leftovers, watching him,

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    I don't think you're a waste of space,

    I'll give you my room and my pillow

    As long as you make the bed afterwards,

    And close the windows to keep the rain out. 

     

    I don't think your not enough,

  • rerun

    The whole world whispers when you meet my gaze,

    My eyes flutter closed as your lips meet mine,

    And though it's forbidden, my heart still betrays. 

     

    I know I should leave, but I always stay,