I wonder if the moon knows things about me,
Things that I hide so nobody can see,
The words I swallow, the tears I disguise,
The storms that I carry behind tired eyes.
I laugh a little louder when something feels wrong,
I pretend to be fine, and carry on,
And nobody notices, nobody knows,
How much of me disappears as I grow.
There are people I miss but never reach out to,
And words left unsaid that still feel so true,
There are moments I replay at a quarter past two,
Wondering if they remember them too.
Sometimes I wish I could open my chest,
And show all the feelings I never expressed,
Not for an answer, not for a reply,
Just so someone could see what I keep locked inside.
I wish I could tell you that sometimes I break,
That some smiles I wear are the hardest to make,
That I get scared of the person I’ll be,
And wonder if someday I’ll feel like me.
Maybe one day, I’ll find the right words,
And let them fly free like the wings of a bird.
Maybe I’ll learn that it’s alright to be
A person with feelings too deep to speak.
Until then, I’ll write what my voice cannot say,
And leave little pieces of myself on this page,
For the things I keep hidden, the feelings I disguise,
And the words that live quietly behind my eyes.