Secret

People are afraid to admit their fears,
And truth to be told,
I'm one of them.

I can never look straight into a person's eyes,
For fear,
I would betray my own feelings.

Thoughts,
That I've tried so hard to hide,
There's just no way,
I'm going to let anyone find out,
Especially now.

In every heart,
Loneliness exists,
No matter the reason,
It is always there,

But that has nothing to with "anything",
Is there?