Yet, they found me anyway.

‎They said I was lost at night, ‎fumbling blind without my light. ‎They looked here, there, everywhere. ‎The secrets I buried deep. ‎I smiled underneath my teeth, ‎hiding deep where no one's been. ‎Concealed, but i was still seen. ‎ ‎They thought I was scared and gone, ‎but I hid within the gloom. ‎I stayed where no one came, ‎playing “victim” in their game. ‎I thought I could not be found, ‎Cause I moved without a sound. ‎Still, they found me anyway. ‎ ‎They thought I was weak and small ‎But I was hiding through it all ‎Faces that keep haunting me, ‎Voices that keep taunting me. ‎Hiding felt like being free, ‎but they never want me free ‎So, they found me anyway. ‎ ‎Two things about being found. ‎One discovers the lost soul, ‎the other flees from harsh truth. ‎Both truth twisting side by side ‎Both accurate, both are us. ‎Through hiding, hands were shaken. ‎Found, is not always gentle. ‎ ‎I was hiding, staying still, ‎letting silence do its will. ‎Even safe place can betray ‎Even night cannot stay away. ‎Every corner I had claimed. ‎Every shadow I had tamed. ‎Yet, they found me anyway. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎