Hidden Message: 1

Just to let you know ahead of time, I'm a little skeptical about putting my poetry out there. That's why it's titled "Hidden Message".

"Trapped within four walls, I stay up late waiting for a text or a call.

     When neither one arrives I just sigh, facing the wall so no one can see me cry.

        It's no use being shy.

           But I can't be a social guy. It's been many times that I tried.

               Society won't accept as if things will go awry if they give me the slightest kind gesture, touch, or a laugh.

                I shouldn't have to make friends just by kissing some ass.

            Then I get my 'fuck you' mode, saying everyone can go to hell,

        But when I snap back out of my rage my eyes start to swell.

      I'm going through hell already. I think I'm in exile. Can't cope with not making my Mom and Dad proud.

  I want to shout out loud, but who's around to listen? 

I'm destined to struggle to find the happiness I'm missing.

Until then: It's Hidden.