I'm afraid to show my childish act.
Put it hidden beneath my outer brave self.
Didnt want it to be exposed, in fear that it might eat me somehow, someday.
Whenever I want it, I must get it.
If I need your time, you must give me that.
Not considering what others may feel towards me,
Being a selfish coward, closing door of my heart tight, try not to merely think what they have gone through instead.
Oh how I miss those child days,
Where I can rage about anything seeking one's attention,
to let them know I was worthy of that concern.

Now I knew I was just so lonely in the world I created.

Then I learn how not to.
Let it be hidden somewhere I can't find.