Hidden is the thunder,
Growling behind my eyes.
Hidden is the anger,
In my silent cries.
Between my heart and mind.
Hidden, will it stay forever?
Will it never rewind?
Hidden, as the world knows,
The heart is made of glass.
It takes a moment to shatter,
But the pain may never pass.
Hidden, everywhere,
Every soul has a story.
Hidden stay some forever,
Others lead to glory.
Hidden is pure treasure,
In every human heart.
Yet, not only pleasure,
Is found in any part.
I like this!