Knowing

Each of my friends have had their times…

The times when they've been hurt,

The times when they want to cry but can't,

The times when they want to talk but can't.

Each of my friends have had their pain…

They know how it feels to be left,

To be lost,

To have their very dreams crushed after being so close.

Each of my friends have experienced sorrow…

They know why it's hard to stop the tears,

To hide the weaknesses they want to keep away,

To fight the anger deep inside.

Each of my friends thinks they know me well…

They know me as a giddy, cheery girl,

But I know those times,

I've felt that pain,

I've experienced those sorrowful days

That are so difficult to explain.

I wish they knew

What went on inside…

Where I am…

Where the real me is.

I wish I could tell them, but they have enough to worry about.

I wish I could tell them…

But, for now, I think I'll keep it to myself…