Poem

If I screamed would you hear it?
If I cried would you see it?
If I told you all my fears would you understand them?

No you wouldn't
I would keep it in a box
A box for my eyes only
I would lock it away
and hide the key

The box would be mine,
mine alone.

Afraid to show the world
afraid to let them in.

Then there would be no comfort
from those things that made me cry

Because all the world would see
is the stone on the outside.