Can’t be that personal in crowded places.
Won’t ever know your flaws, your darkest secrets, what makes you so unique.
Won’t ever know what it is that you’re hiding from the judgemental society,
Disguising yourself as who they want you to be.
Will realise the importance of friendship in a gang, but not the importance of you.
Will find people to hang out with, but nobody to find solace in when the others have left.
Won’t ever know
How lucky I am to just have you.