[ Behind silent eyes. ]

Behind silent eyes.
Is where my true self is hidden.
I only had to hide it.
Because it was always frost bitten.

Frost bitten by cold hearted people.
Who didn't care about my feelings.
Over the last couple of years.
Its been my voice they were stealing.

That's probably why now.
Its so hard to talk to my friends.
But I want to talk to them as much as possible.
Before its too late and its the end.

But back to whats hidden.
Besides my voice, you see.
Sometimes its my emotions.
Other times its who I choose to be.

Ya, I'm agnostic.
Ya, I love wearin alot of black.
But I can't tell alot of people who I am.
That kindof confidence, I lack.

Maybe its because.
Who I am, gets judged alot.
I'm not sayin I pretend to be what others want.
But around them, myself, I'm not.

Its not that I'm scared to be rejected.
I'm just a little too broken.
I want to stand up to people face to face.
But I guess I'm just outspoken.

You see, rejection isn't so bad anymore.
Because its common in the air.
Its happened to me so many times.
That its now something I CAN bare.

But every once in awhile.
It cuts me a little deeper.
It gets to my worn out soul.
And my hope in life gets a little weaker.

So anywhos, my true self.
I'm actually a VERY loud person.
Around my old friends, I talk alot.
And I'm like always cursin.

Ya, I like to be quiet.
But not around my friends.
I want to have a conversation with all of them.
By the way, this poem is now at an end.