What happens when no one is there,
to tell you its okay when you are scared?

What if you died tomorrow,
and I never got to tell you how I felt?

I think perhaps
my heart would melt.

I couldn't tell you,
I couldn't let you know.

I just couldn't
let my insides show.

For then you would hate me.
ignore, embarrass, or even disgrace me.

I trust no one,
I never have.

What's wrong with me?
Why don't you see?

I feel for you,
and that is rare.

For I never trust,
and I never care.

But still, my mask remains on,
until they all have come and gone.
 
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