Poems, a misc. books fanfic

A/n: Just poems.

Hiding.

That's what I am, I guess.

I'm hiding from myself, my friends, … my family.

I'm tired of getting hurt. My life now is just a happy facade. No one understands.

And I could be wrong about that.

I'm Hiding from my peers, my adversaries, my enemies.

I don't know if I'm supposed to be hiding from them. I'm scared of them, in truth, because I see a part of myself in them.

I'm hiding from critics, love, and caring arms.

I can't find help. I don't want to be hurt- not again. I won't let anyone get close to me. Never Again. Not ever.

I'm hiding from my fears, my feelings, and my thoughts.

I can't find the courage to speak my mind. Every shadow is elongated; they stretch to block out the sun.

I'm hiding from my past, my present, and my will.

I wish I hadn't partaken in some things.

I wish I had in others.

"I wish I were perfect." "Ha, define 'perfect' for me, would you?"

I'm hiding from my hope, dreams, and my thoughts.

Again with the thoughts. I don't understand why I can't make sense of them. I feel like they're a blur of noise and color.

I'm hiding… myself.

I'm trapping… myself… in my own mind. I …won't allow myself to be hurt again.

I'm sorry.

I'm trapping my thoughts.

They're a blur behind bars.

I'm trapping my existence.

Everything is just a monochrome picture with me in the background.

I'm trapping… myself.

I won't let myself be hurt.

Never again.

Not ever.