In Hiding

[Written at age 13]
Something is hidden deep
Down beneath the skin
He’s not telling me something
Won’t show the way in.
To tell is relief
To vent out the pain
He’s playing with feelings
But this ain’t no game.
I’m sick of frustration
I’m frustrated with this
Where I haven’t even aimed yet
His shots just don’t miss.
Where I’m hiding not much, he’s
kept it all in.
Maybe one day he will trust me
And want me as a friend.
Not as an enemy
Cause this ain’t the end.