I learned not be seen
it wasn't hard to do

If I hold my breath I fade away
you can't see me turning blue

But... sometimes I don't want to
and... sometimes I think I need you

I can make you see me
but should I ever have to?
Wonderful poetry, short but lots of deep meaning.
So very true. We hide amongst our family, friends, and colleagues, hiding our true selves, our hurt, and our shame. I often wish someone would understand, would hug me and take away the guilt and the shame without me having to ask. Because the asking is the hardest thing to do.
Hi Silly.

I don't know if you saw the reply I left for you.
Looking at it yesterday I realized it wasn't a response about you but thoughts about myself.
I'm sorry.
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