All I want to do is hide.
Hide from the world.
I hide the true shape of my body in a large sweater.
I hide my face behind my hair.
I hide my legs with long pairs of jeans.
I hide my shoulders' scars with t shirts.
I want to help people,
But I run.
The only comfort I find
Is isolation
Silent as death.
I run to it in fear.
Just needing to hide.
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
All I want to do is hide.
Hide from the world.
I hide the true shape of my body in a large sweater.
I hide my face behind my hair.
I hide my legs with long pairs of jeans.
I hide my shoulders' scars with t shirts.
I want to help people,
But I run.
The only comfort I find
Is isolation
Silent as death.
I run to it in fear.
Just needing to hide.
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