Only when someone tells you,
how precious you are that you relies,
you mean allot to them and the lies,
fade Grey and misery disappears,
as you cant depend on others words,
that you decide to hope the guilt,
will disappear but it's always re built,
sometimes you'll hide in dismay,
sometimes you'll show yourself,
but when you hideaway on a shelf,
you just assume yourself as cowardly,
this poem reflects on you,
you know what you are,
but cant face the facts.
