Something to Hide

Only time can tell

Such a horrible story

Of a girl with a dream

And a fear of praise or glory

Some may call it humble

Some may call it shy

I'm not sure what I'd call it

Maybe, "A girl with something to hide."

Maybe it's the way she talks

Or the way she always frowns

Maybe it's the way she changes the subject

When you mention her old town

Nonetheless, I find her strange

Though I'm still not sure what it is

Maybe one day she'll tell

But I wouldn't bet your heart on it.

Reviews

such depth in yoru words, very nicely done