Meant to Be Seen, But Never Spoken

Now listen here, we all have hidden secrets. Untold, even "disappeared" not for long, you see everything comes out eventually. Hidden figures under the rug, like skeletons, one by one piling waiting to appear. Is there a point in telling them, to one's eye, or ear. Maybe one day, it will all boil over, like a volcano erupting in fear. Fear, that one might feel, or death will fall near, drowning you inside leaving you distant, and far from near. Wanting to tell the truth, but others won't believe you, you're telling tall tales from another's point of view. So you have two choices, have your voice be heard and come clean, or wait for it to appear as if you were a liar, since the start of time. You weren't there, but I was, so I saw what you did, one day you'll pay for your regrets, because you see, I did. I loved and loved gave it all I got and for what... to become unnoticed as if I was never there. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'll say it again, my sorrys are meaningless, till the very end. I tried to be strong and not be frail, I promise you this till this day I will not fail. I'll tell the truth, I dealt the hand I've been given. It's up to me to decide which way I want to be driven. Lead, to be leader, don't follow the crowd, stop your shushing I've had enough, my mind is made, there's no turning back now, for I made my bed. I must lie down, for it was I who decided to stay quiet, with a smile even though I want to frown. Smile it eases the pain as I lie down. Wondering my fate, and where I stand now... I tell the truth again, because dead men tell no truths... there just left behind and forgotten, sometimes never to be found.