“Hiding” My life has been twisted into a form I’ve never seen before, a shape that’s clever though very confusing for more. The happiness was ripped from my body as I laid there in shock, for my eyes saw what my body senses could not mock. I sit here in this cold cellar corner up against the wall, with nothing in my head, nothing at all. No one to think about nor anyone to care for, because when it comes down to it I never wanted anything more. No more than a bed to lay in, no more than a house to stand in, no more than a person to love, though I didn’t take it seriously and I can hear him in the room above. I hear him looking from room to room, I hear him crying in despair, I heard him fall to the floor screaming all because I made it so unfair. I made it so that he could never call, or write, or see me, I made it to where he didn’t know where I could be. Sad thing is, I know I love him, though I know he cries when I’m not there, I also know he cries when there’s so much he just can’t bear. I’m sitting here in this cellar with all the darkness around me, nothing but a lantern’s light creeps around in the shadows enabling me to see. I should be up there, telling him that I do love him, and I’m sorry for what I did, though for some reason I’m beginning to get scared as a little kid. I feel so untruthful, so full of lies, so full of hatred as the screams begin through my cries. So helpless and defenseless, yet so strong and confused, I feel as if as if I’ve been broken and abused. I might as well stay in my corner, locked up in this old cellar, writing my poems to you, for maybe someday they’ll mean something and maybe he’ll somehow get the truth.