When hidden identities are shown
The art of knowing you always do well
Everything you never assume begins to tell
A story that sooner than later may end in farewell
As thoughts can not be spoken
Hurt is never released even with the mouth open
Writing seems to be the one remedy always chosen
The heart never seems to heal once it has become frozen
When words are released so venomous
As feelings are mistaken for being too sensitive
Left with thoughts that are negative
Of a future that may never come to benefit
As we remain seperate