I hide everything during the day,

My secrets and all,

They come out at might to play,

Waiting for me to take the fall.

 

They are my shadows,

The dreams you can't see,

You might see them in photos,

Some might look on them with glee.

 

They hide in my eyes,

You don't hear me weep,

You don't hear my why's,

You don't hear me scream in my sleep.

 

There are things you may know,

That doesn't mean you know everything,

You don't know where I go,

You don't know what they bring.

 

This is my head and not yours,

Don't try to help me release them from my head,

Don't treat me like I'm some chore,

After all I'm emotionally dead.