i was dancing at the age of seven
i remember dancing to a tune in my head
a song no-one has played before
with the words written on the walls
for what despair waiting for me from there
Well, who knows
just where,
but right now with the lights dim
the toy-like audiences,
i consider my own kin
the further away i get from my room
the sudden flashes of memories fade too soon
for what is on the other side
is nearly destroyed
scurry back into the void
with no lashes of foul words to be said
and never again.
the negative conjoined with the positive

I've got a list of secrets
Secrets I treasured the most.
Like the face I make
when no one is looking,
Or the words I say
when no one can hear me.
Like the books I read
when I am scared at night,
Or the song I sing and listen to
when I'm alone.
Like the thoughts I hide
when my mind is screaming,
Or the tears I let out
before I sleep at night,
Or the fake smiles I wipe
after all the bad days.
All the things they'll never know,
Because I'll never tell, I'll never show.