Hidden

Age is merely an number
Quanity is just a size.
A lie that draws a smile
The truth that draws a tear
Everyone has something to hide here.
Yours eyes tell a tale of an act of betrayal
Hurt inside
;but smileing oh so bright.
Hurt by all the lies
Your light no longer shines.
Hold your head high,
Break from the knife.
It rains crimson
;and the sun shines snow.
In this sea of people i feel all alone.
Music is peacefull
Flowers are dead.
In my world,
Sorrow is often un-told.
Sleep is a pill
Scars are rapidly shown.
No one knows what you dont show.
She is hidden by fear.
Hidden by hate.
Hidden by those who love to;
make her cry, fight, and even scream.
All she wanted was to be....Hidden.