Secrets

I am always tense and nervous When I feel you peering in my direction. That icy stare, I know from anywhere. You ask me constantly What I'm thinking, But I can never tell you. I've heard it all before, The same lines after my writing has been read. "Why is it so sad?" "Write something happy." But don't you see? I can't. And until the day you finally understand that; You understand me, Your piercing eyes will not see, These Secrets I bleed in ink. You wear happiness like a loose dress And no one can deny Your tone serene and iris of grace. At the last moment of presence, I can see you quietly tucking away The "Come" hieroglyphed in the Black banishment of your pupils. And of that presence - It is a deafening silence. Such quietness makes my heart-beat A drum in my ears. And this is proof my feelings will be your defiance.