Hiding If I vented my frustrations for everyone to see, I often think that everyone would be afraid of me. The anger deep inside me, my self esteem so low, any could see if any looked, and yet they do not know. I wish I could just be myself - that would bring me such joy. Instead I hide me deep inside - a frightened little boy. My life seems so two-sided, my troubles so few know. So I must talk to someonem or else my pain will grow. I must learn what I can handle without pushing too much. I must share my hurt with friends and use their help as such. (c)1998 by Robert H. Harrison