My Hiding Place

I thought I was smart to tell you, to show you my ways. My inner thinking, my heart. Yet you didn't fully understand me, and I knew it. I tried to move past it, knowing you knew my secret place. Where I write and dare dream of the things I desire. I tried to mask myself again, removing myself from your presence. To vent openly and freely, to be honest again. I hid myself for reasons, not just to hide things from you. To prevent you from being hurt, from the words I write. Still you sought me out, still you wanted to see my thoughts. Where can I go? How can I write where you can see? How can I remain hidden? I need a new hiding place.