Curled up, fetal like on my bed
I wonder will it always be this way.
Will the pain and tears go on
Un-noticed forever? Will I sink into
My own secret hideaway, where I can
Be myself without the repercussions
Or will I drift into a gloomy state far
More treacherous than anything I have
Ever experienced? The little girl in me
Takes over and I pull the covers over my
Head and my problems wash away in a
Flood of tears
