Emotions Of A Wishing Well

Peering down the wishing well,
I broke down into tears.
The things that I could never tell.
I’m haunted by my fears.

They don’t see the scars.
The marks they’ve left on me.
Emotions caged by mental bars.
I’m never truly free.

I try to keep on going,
and look towards the light.
They hurt me with out knowing,
And nothing shines at night.

Remarks that make me crumble,
And throw me to my knees.
When getting up I stumble,
A pain that no one sees.

So I’m peering down the wishing well,
And breaking down in tears.
I’ve told things I couldn't tell.
Still haunted by these fears.