How I Hide

You sleep away half the day, only because you've nothing better to do with yourself.

Cowering under the hot suffocating blankets, hiding from the world.

Words in your head that will never be written because ,through them, someone could see you.

Hoping and wishing to find someone to who cares. Yet, you abstain from looking, since the possibility to find someone who doesn't is there.

Every written word, drawn thought, and scribbled dream is shredded beyond recognition and burned, gazed upon only by your eyes

No one knows you, least of all yourself.