Sometimes I hold just a little back,
Avoid issues close at hand.
There's a good reason for all of that,
But you'll never understand.
Look closely, you will never see,
The scar I've learned to hide.
Behind my quick-witted humor,
My IQ, and my pride.
It's deeper than most valleys,
And it's never gonna heal,
And I can't stand the thought of you,
Ever knowing what I feel.
Torture would be recreation,
In comparison to this pain,
That I've tried to cry out, pry out,
Many times in vain.
And I'll never allow you to see it,
For what an atrocious sight,
To watch a beaten spirit,
Cry itself to sleep each night.
And so I cast a glowing smile,
I laugh and joke, and then,
Repeatedly warn my broken heart,
To never love again.