What People Would Hear

If everyone knew my story,

they would hear my thoughts.

If my friends knew my feelings,

they would believe that I was an enemy.

Maybe that's why no one knows,

who we really are.

My thoughts give way, 

to all my fears.

Every single tear that falls to the floor,

is because of a single reason.

Because for some reason,

we can't let anyone see us cry. 

My thoughts swirl from,

the grade on my test,

to how can I keep my family safe?

Everything from secret emotions,

or my one true friend.

Seem to creep up on me.

Anywhere.