Sometimes I hide the pain that resides deep within.

I hold on tight and tuck it in where it will be safe.

No need to fuss, just trap it in your heart

And keep it to yourself.

Don’t pay any mind, just put on an outward smile.

The world is bright, the world is good.

There is no darkness, there is no evil.

As I lock these things up, they tend to find a way to grow.

Like mold in the dark, damp corner of a room

This pain, it morphs under the veil.

That is when I start looking at it.

It fascinates me.

It moves me.

It changes me.

It controls me.

What is this, and how did it sway me to act this way?

Why can’t I run away?

Don’t talk about it.

Don’t think about it.

Don’t look at it.

Maybe it will go away.

Who can say?