If they found out, if they saw, they would be the first gone.
She wouldn't. My best friend is silent and silence is my best friend.
She sees, and she doesn't say a thing. So unatainable, yet so sweet.
Around her, I'm myself, yet I will never love her.

I'm stubborn, bold, speak the truth and never break.
Secret dreams are all around, secrets are all around me.
I cry inside, it's on my mind constantly and it kills me that
I have to stand here smiling, pretending nothing is wrong.

How much more can I take? It's so important.
I can take an infinty. Never break, never show a sign. Life is the hand in front of my mouth
I would give it all up just to pass it on, to end this torture.
Then why, can't I say a thing. Why must I say something useless to call out.

I'm cold. Everyday it grows and something tells me
That if I feel like I'm getting closer, I'm getting farther away.
Anonymous, miscellaneous is the right name for me.
They keep going and leave me behind.

I'm getting so far away. This is my secret.
The one that keeps me breathing and sweating at night.
Someone to listen, and I can't even see their face.
Someone who's face I know so well, can't hear.

I live my life in a theater. Getting into character every morning at the break of day.
My scene ends when I sleep. I get to create, the only time when I can be, is when I sleep.
Someone needs to help me, I need to find them, I think I have.
But she is so precious if I lost her, I would lose my way. She is my lamp in life.

I hate it, it's making me nothing, making me.
It's my grip to life, silence is my grip to life.
I need to speak. I'm innocent, so let me out of this prison.
Turn on the light and let me find the knob, seven minutes are up.
And the air is thickening. If you what I mean.

I dream. I think of life and what might happen.
I dream of the wind blowing through my hair as I strut.
I imagine riches of the sort that I love. People accepting it, and me doing the same.
I fathom to the deepest extent to something so trivial, blown up so much.

People admire me, for being me on a page.
I love her because she let's me do that. She is my security.
She is my teddy bear and my warmth, I'd give anything for her.
She tried to break my heart, but she got there to late.

My life was so messy, I cleared it up with words.
It was so cluttered, my darkest secrets are revealed in a page.
Thanks for listening, thanks for the seconds of silence.
If you've read this poem, I promise, you've just read me.