I keep playing this game of hide and seek in which
i hide, nobody seeks
and none of the things i put deep inside my pain
is worth being found by strangers

which is all you all are, strangers
unable to connect with my most precious feelings
unable to even acknowledge this pain
unable to even wonder if there may be something wrong

but then i'll get a message, saying
'your poems sound depressed, are you okay'
and i lie my way out with honesty
and just have to find another place to hide the shame

and i'll just dig deeper
hide my madness farther away
and i'll even believe myself i don't know
why i'm not asleep