By: XvDarkestNightvX~

I drift upon a sea, unseen,
The crowd is anything but serene,
What they see, they will demean.
The rift each day grows wide,
So loud its din to one outside,
But for hunger, I would ever hide.
A gift or curse, I am unsure,
Not proud to feel there is no cure,
Shut down, somehow I still endure,
Now lift my voice, expel this fire,
Aloud, admit and say with ire,
Put me out, I’m a blatant liar…
When I say ‘I don’t want the world to see me.’