I hide in plain view
Leaving my thoughts
where anyone can find them;
hoping they won't be found
by those who need to hear them most.

Lovers, parents, friends
read right through me.
I am a stranger in my words,
masked by things I am not
supposed to feel.

Will they ever learn
that the person they see,
outside of the words,
is merely a parasite
on the true beings soul?