Hidden!

Hidden behind an open book,
Is what you can’t see with just one look.

Hidden is the pain stricken face.
Reality slips at a speeding pace.

Hidden are the tears that fall.
A worn tissue takes care of it all.

Hidden are the troubles of the day.
As night passes, I feel it just doesn’t pay.

Hidden is my love for you,
‘cause you can’t say you love me too.

Hidden is the way I feel,
For I don’t know what is real.

Hidden are the words I want to say,
‘cause I’m afraid they’ll turn you away.

Hidden in my drawer is a sharpen knife,
But that can’t be my escape from life.

Hidden is all you can’t find,
‘cause you think it’s only in my mind.


By: Lori Kinnison Fortmann