You used to go around
With your heart on your sleeve
You were an open book
For anyone to read
But then something happened
The light left your bright eyes
I would ask who did this
But I don't want to pryYou're keeping secrets
That much I can tell
You think your cover is perfect
But I know you too well
You hide your demons
But they leak through your eyes
I wish I could help you
But I'm not that wiseYou're no longer a child
But believe me when I say
You're not grown up yet
It shouldn't be this way
I want to protect you
Or at least help you through
Even if you don't want it
I'm always here for you
YOU ARE READING
House On the Hill
PoetryA collection of poems, ranging from lighthearted to brooding.