Hiding in Plain Sight


You don't know me.

Not like you should.

Not like a mother should.

But how could you when I've shut you out?

Having been broken too many times.

How could you know my heart

When I've hidden it so well?

How could you know that the things you say break me down;

That you've put him before us and that stings the worst.

How could you know,

When I haven't said a word?



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