My Secrets

The fire is slowly dieing
and the room becomes cold
i begin to regret
ever being so bold

i\'m not alone on this planet
but some days it seems that way
when i become invisible
no one has anything to say

but when my true colors show
all the secrets intended for no ears
will be intended for all eyes
my dreams, hopes, and fears

so i bite my nails
as this dreadful day becomes the morrow
whispers become audible
so does my sorrow

my secret will be unveiled
and the world will see
i am more than you think
but i am just me