Not quite ready to make up my mind
Don't want to look
Might not like what I find
Hiding my eyes so I cant see
Looking in mirrors
But I can't find me
Writing a poem that's so far from done
Reading is easy
But writing isn't fun
No one can see the swelling of tears
Hiding away
Can't show my fears
Can't write about what they all want to know
Who is this writer
Who's feelings don't show
Like writing a story without the end
I'm like a broken heart
I just cannot mend
