Unable To Face Truth

I can't post the poems I write about you.
They're filled with things I regret doing.
I don't want people to read and see.
I know they won't understand or believe.

I don't want them to see inside.
It's a lot easier just to hide.
I hide the feelings and the blame.
The blame on myself and the shame.

I keep thinking I could have stopped it.
I keep thinking I could have blocked it.
I just wish that you could be here.
I know you'd take away the fear.

I don't understand, I bet they're good.
I just can't do it, or else I would.
I can't face the truth, dreaming is better.
I'll continue this front as long as forever.