The Feelings Of Secrets Where Hearts Were Killed Poem by Immortal blank state

the thoughts of one are left untold.
secretly knowing the secrets but only feeling cold.
all along, it was all a lie.
like a bird with broken wings who can no longer fly.
feelings are useless but also crushed.
whenever encountering a large group, all is hushed.
deep down, the brain knows but cannot admit.
the pain feels like rough paper being hit.
opposite reactions immense through the mind.
and not one will ever acknowledge who truely pushed rewind.....

[[written on April 15th,2009.]]