Hidden Feelings

You say you think of me when you write
Well I think of you at night
Of what you do to me
And how you don't seem to see
How what you do can hurt
Not with your hands but with your words
They pierce a place more tender than skin
Straight to what I have within
Do you care, do you know
Does the hurt even begin to show
Maybe it doesn't, maybe I hide it well
The inner turmoil, the inner hell
We go on happy as a lark
Who would think to see the dark
Not you I know, though I know you've tried
But they're my feelings to tell, my feelings to hide