I lie to myself,
I lie to everybody else.
They tell me to open my heart
And I say “ I can’t open it”
But that's a lie. I can open it
In fact, I opened it once
But I guess It wasn’t good enough.
So I closed it again.
I don’t show my feelings
I learned to lock them away
and feel on the inside.
But It’s been so long
That I can't even feel anymore.
I wish I could open it again,
But I forgot how to.
It’s like my heart is scared
that the same thing might happen.
But then again,
It was scared back then too.
Maybe something is missing
The thing that could open the lock
And let me feel again
Whatever that thing is
I will wait for it. Because
It will be the key
--Angel A., 9th-12th Grade