The burden on my shoulder
Was like the whole world was caving in on me

The secret was to never leave my lips
Never to be spoken
Never to be heard
Never to be brought up to anyone

I thought I was a wall
And could withstand the weight
But I crumbled like paper and got burn like a fire

I thought all was fine and things were going to get better
You can fool and lie to everyone else but not yourself

Your broken poet,
Twiknight