bottle it up, don't let them know
shove it down, don't let it show
how much it hurts, how deep you let them in
it'll go away eventually, although I know not when
maybe tomorrow, maybe never
although nothing can last forever
one day all I've done, and all I've been
will be gone, even this patchwork skin
ignorant, oblivious, or just uncaring
it hurts just the same, leaving me despairing
intentions told in the best of terms
rebuffed without a response, guess this will help me learn
to stop wearing my heart on my sleeve
or maybe not, for it's not the first time I've been proven naive