How long can this be kept, 
The secret I with hold, 
How long till someone notices,
and my parents must be told.
Sometimes I feel alone,
even she doesn't know, 
all the twisted emotions,
the feelings I don't show.
They say write down your feelings,
Its better than a knife,
How long will I be living, 
With all this pain and strife.
I keep what’s real hidden, 
and hope they'll go away,
but I know I must deal with this, 
and I’m dreading that terrible day.