Run from my fears

How does such a fragile broken thing like me
still hold so much love, yet so much distrust?

How does no one see it?
I've never told anyone...
I carefully hide every tear.
I let them out when no one can see
I don't need their sympathy.

Thoughts race through my head
I try to push away.
I can't run from myself,
nor can I run from my fears.
I'll stand tall and alive,
but know, inside I am dead.