I'm always the last one,
To know how people see me.
Why did I have the fear?
The fear of discoverey, fear of myself,
Why be afraid of giving all of me,
Of what and who I am, to one person?
Revealing everything is possible,
There isn't anyone to listen anymore.
No one that really cares.
I know what it is to have a heavy soul.
It's called being lonely,
so I've heard.
(c) 10 October 1998 10:17,Fnagaton.