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I Know



The problems rise, I hear them though,
Slipping through the door.
They may think that I know nothing,
But I know all the more.

I hear the tears, I feel the pain,
And though I’m just a teen,
I know what it’s all about,
About what I’ve never seen.

These things continue still through now,
Thinks I never want to tell.
No one knows what goes on inside of me,
It makes me feel like hell.

Is it really the binding that’s fraying like a cord?
Or is my imagination just running wild?
What I know is what I cannot ask,
For I am only still a child.

The only one whom I can tell is the one whom I must find.
But though many may hold the key to the door,
He’ll be the one I know I can trust.
He’ll know what I know, and no one more.

Or should I take this to my grave?
My secret to the other world.
Why did I have to hear it anyway?
God, I’m just a scared little girl!

I wish this burden would just subside.
My real emotions would no longer hide.
Heavy and dark, it scorches me inside.
Why do I have to know? I know, but I know not why.