What You Don't Know

How long can i hide from them
these little secrets of mine
my lively-hood is going grim
while these demons dine

how long must i wait
for my soul to be set free
why won't god take the bait
and deliver me

a birthday soon forgot
while i stand weeping
my minds this vacant lot
in which the voices are keeping

i sit in my corner of hate
not knowing what to do
for all i learned to late
is what you taught me too

for now I'll look for the hidden key
while time ticks past
how i want you here with me
this poem may be my last