We're hiding in our melon colored hearts,
Already lost to someone else's dreams,
We have trouble keeping track of all the parts,
We can not hold together all the seams.
The world is not allowed to see our hurt,
Our eyes are taught to seal away our pain,
We have been warned to live life short and curt,
Like tides rebuked for waxing, told to wain.
We're trained to kill our envies, hates and fears,
Perhaps our hearts have learnt to love too well,
So if there is spite falling with these tears,
I'm pretty sure the world could never tell.
If it's that I must not hurt that hurts me,
Then also so I won't be loved, I do.
They may have tried the same trick, I now see,
I trick that soon will have failed for them too.
