Hiding Out

An old poem from one of my dark periods

 

Hiding Out

no one knows how
to approach me
have i been crying
am i in pain
no one understands
me
no clues will i give
i make people play
a sad guessing game
as i sink further into
despair
i recon I only have myself
to blame

at times i peek from my
lonely spot
maybe my eyes will give
away my secrets
as footsteps head into my
direction
i disappear-
i’m not ready to be found
yet
this mental cat and mouse
game i play betting against
myself
just might make me regret…

Reviews

[The Musings of Mary H.]

Greak work! I feel a lot of emotion with this. I think the character makes people think she doesn't want to be found but she would take great pleasure if someone did find her. Without the picture, I also think of a turtle or something other shelled crustacean. Almost as if a comparison is being made between the character and the shelled creature.