The Life That No One Knows

There is a side of me that know one knows.

I like to keep it locked up in my little, pink box.

With the key around my neck.

But sometimes it gets over flowed

And I have to empty it out.

I don't like emptying it out.

It makes me feel exposed and weak.

I don't like feeling weak.

So I only let it out when I am alone.

And no one can see me cry.

I like to keep it to myself.

Where it can only affect me.