Secret Crying

I have no fears,
of death or dying.
Because I think I`m already dead,
If I`m still crying.

I cry every day,
Yet there are still more tears.
More tears to shed,
More lies I must hide here.

I`ve fooled them into thinking,
I`m happy as I appear.
I hold so many secrets though,
So many secrets, that I hold dear.

Ashley Anderson©