My face is starting to burn, from holding in so many tears. My heart is starting to ache, from disguising all my fears. I'm not mad at anyone but me. I'm the only person I hate. I should've talked about it before, but now it's much too late. I'm loosing all my self-control, I can no longer harness the anger in me. It feels like I'm going to explode, but an explosion no one can see. They can't learn I need someone, They just can't know. But the real question is, what would they do if I let it show? Would they ask if I was okay? Would they hug me and be there? Or would they run and hide, and only pretend to care? I don't want to quit, but I don't want to try. I don't want to fail, but I can no longer lie. Maybe I'll sleep on it. Try to find a solution in my dreams Worries in my head turn into Thoughts that is serene. Tomorrows always another day But when I think about that my body numbs Because even tho I hate to admit it We all know tomorrow never comes.