the hidden

we hide what we are ashamed of. a broken lamp, a bad grade. we hide what we don't want others to see. a broken heart, a messed up past. but this, this i don't care if others see. others shy and dart their eyes, afraid the truth might be shown to others. but me? i don't care. i won't hide. your eyes look at mine and i meet them steadily. i won't hide this. i smile. and so do you.