No Matter What

I'm trying to keep her bottled in, I push her away from the world, hiding her like a secret lingering through the night. She's my midnight fling that I dare not expose, but she's tired of being pushed aside, hid from the world. She tries to creep out of the dark and into the light she begins to sparkle Bright in my eyes, but nobody sees Her she moves to my face, but she still has yet to be seen. Now she has grown into me and her love turns to hate, and all she wants is to be seen and heard. She wants me to recognize her for what she is, she wants to be that memory printed delicately on my mind, but I rather cry her out of my thoughts, feel the agony of her pain then to ever let her out. She's that part of me that I hate, that part of me that lights my fire to my anger "I hate her." I've tried running from her but she's always there, she's starting to rip me into pieces and no matter what I do no matter how hard I try to tell myself or convince myself everything's all right she opens my eyes to things I don't like to see "Oh God she's my jealousy."