Truth Behind Reflection     
 Truth Behind Reflection
 
 Why is it that I can't stop thinking about you? You're always there and
completely oblivious to what you do to me. How many times have you touched
me innocently and I have had to look away so you wouldn't see what your
touch does to me. The way we talk is so trusting but I can't tell you
everything. Maybe this is why I am doing this now, where you can't find
me. The darkness of my bedroom is a cover for my body and the tears
running down my face. 
 
 Sometimes when I'm at my lowest I think that this friendship we have is
based on a lie. Perhaps every time you talk to me you imagine you are
talking to someone else and we both know whom that someone is. Even
thinking the name is torture for me and we share it. All the times I have
looked over at you and saw the sadness and pain there in the depths of
your eyes. The nameless hurt of him leaving you, deserting you, vanishes
as soon as I call your name, but I know its still there, hidden.
 
 We go off and do whatever we have to do but I know you would never
confide in me. The same as me I guess. The insecure side of me would never
tell you, wouldn't be able to deal with the rejection and hurt as you
gently, but firmly, told me that it could never happen. 
 
 But I know that I am gonna tell you soon. I can't hide it forever; it's
becoming more and more obvious. 
 
 And then the friendship we have forged, which is so important to me, will
be gone.
 
 The end