What am I hiding?
Not much, actually.
But the question is:
Or from others?
I’m not insecure,
And I’m comfortable with myself.
But maybe that’s more
Fake it ‘till you make it.
I think what I’m hiding is my neediness
By doing the opposite.
I try not to let it show.
But I do need love once and a while.
I want attention;
Maybe because I’m an only child.
A little lonely, I guess.
Parents were always busy
And I needed attention from other places.
But I feel like I’m not getting the response I need
And I don’t want to be a wuss about it
So I suck it up, push it down,
And write horrible poetry.