I spent too long trying to conceal who I was from the people around me. The people that I loved and cared about most, I shut out of my life for fear that they would hate what they would find if I let them in. The dichotomy ruined me. It was better to let the truth out rather than conceal what I thought was a hideous transformation from what I had been to what I was now.
I admit, I have concealed many secrets from you. But it’s been for your own good. There are things you don’t need to know about me yet, things I’ve kept hidden. Things better left unsaid.
It was hard to conceal, given the smile, the blush, the turning of her face. She looked down the street at something imaginary, hoping he would not yet guess that her feelings were growing stronger for him. it was too soon.
We hid ourselves in the thicket near the road. We stayed as still as we could. Slowly the sounds of the horse’s hooves on the pavement gradually grew louder, than the squeaking wheel of the cart. We held our breaths as it rolled by, and didn’t breathe again until the sound was gone.
if you conceal your feelings from me how am i to help you? i cant just sit back and idly watch as you destroy yourself from the inside. you seem happy but its just a plastic smile.
I didn’t answer his question. I almost never do. I don’t want to talk about my past, I don’t want to talk about my future, or my present. I don’t want to talk. If I talk, I will be open. Silence is my only remedy. If I’m not open, no one can hurt me. If I am concealed I am safe.
delilah
I conceal it every day. So does everyone. Sometimes it’s not there, sometime it is. Lately, it is always there. I can feel it, concealed, lurking there in the deepest recesses of my mind and heart.
I know that one day, it will not be so permanent. But for now, this concealed feeling is all I have day after day.
rachel
Conceal my donker from these women is what I am great at i conceal what it is that iwant the most from the grasp of the present and I know longer want to conceal not fear. not hate. not jeaously. not joy. now love..I want to have it all out on the table for me to see and for me to have free reign and use of.
Its hard to conceal the fact , that i cant love anyone but you. Every day i can look into your eyes and smile, smile because i know in my heart your the one for me.
We have, due to the ways of the world, been forced to conceal ourselves.
The truth of who we are, how we think. We have been forced to hide that and shove it into the black abyss of nothingness, in a desperate attempt of self-preservation.
But why?
Why do we act the same when we are all different?
She shoved the package deeper into her coat, hiding it from view, trying to minimize the lump. The protected border loomed ahead, stretching along the horizon. She ran through excuses in her mind as she fiddles with the concealed package.
She couldn’t help but wonder what it was that he was trying to conceal. He had been acting strange towards her since the night at the party. She was worried that something had happened that he didn’t want her to know. She decided to ask around but tried to conceal her own reasons for asking so many questions. No one could know the truth.
Conceal. To hide. Just about whatever. I’m sure almost everybody has something to hide. Maybe from their parents, their friends, their loved ones, whoever. But whoever hides something is only hiding something from themselves: their true identity. You should be real with everybody. Okay, maybe whatever you’re hiding might be bad, or “illegal” but so what? That doesn’t change who you are. People might change their thoughts about you, but people come and go. So to conceal, or to not conceal is the question. But what’s the answer?
Matthew
The air thick with the smell of burnt flesh, the younger voice nearly squealed, “Well he sure as hell ain’t gonna conceal that bad boy!”
“That’s enough Clitus, now just go and get him salved up. Now do it. Ya heard me!” The gruff older voice said quietly.
I slipped into the room trying to conceal him behind me. He was small so I thought it would work. He was noticed instantly. He stepped out from behind me and held out his hand. “Hi, I’m your son.”
Anabel Crowe
Sometimes all you’ve got to do is to conceal some of your past secrets, just to know how to start again, freshly, and in a better way. Sometimes trust should be earned by concealing some of your life’s facts. Sometimes somethings shouldn’t be told!
Salma El-Khamy
I’ve hidden behind so many masks,
Let others see only what they wanted for so long
That I’m beginning to forget who I really am.
I can”t remember what it is to truly smile
Or how to feel true sorrow, I can only
Place a semblance of it on my face.
How was he supposed to conceal this? Everytime he looked at her he just wanted to shout it out loud so she, and everybody in a two mile radius would hear. Jesus he was losing it. And all over one silly girl.
I hope they can’t see the fear in my eyes. I’ve never felt so far away from him; but now it just feels like empty promises and continuous letdowns…I’m terrible at hiding things, but I know I have to; the words I have to say are only for him.
Lorelai
She tried to hide it. She grabbed the edge of her dress and tugged it over her bare leg. She looked around to see if anyone noticed. There was a man across the from her with a beard and a ski cap with his head down reading the paper.
Carrie
Be stealthy. Go with what you need but without fear. Hide. Be untruthful. Keep secrets. Give no one what they think they have from you. Show nothing. Be anything but yourself.
i don’t wnat to conceal any feelings, yet i know you can’t reveal them all teh time/ why? morality, conscience, peace fo mind, and a couple of othe rthings.
anna
I don’t like to conceal what I feel but I will sometimes paint a veneer over those colors to keep them from running into other eyes.
i always concealed what i really felt and thought, who i really was that i wasn’t aware of. i talked a lot but some people pointed out that i talked a lot but i didn’t say anything that got to my core. concealing was not easy.
kaorita
What is your secret? Why don’t you want to share it with me? I can keep a secret, even a deep, dark one. Come on, give me a chance.
Kathryn
I’m not usually one to conceal myself. Normally everything just spills out in a never ending flow of joy and rage and love and sorrow and glee and fear and pain and every imaginable feeling, wonder in the world.
To conceal this would be worse than to just forget she had ever seen it. And yet, she didn’t know what to do about it. There it was, right in front of her. She shook her head and turned away from the horrid three-way mirror.
Kathleen Gabriel
Conceal the tears with a smile so that no one has to feel guilty, responsible, afraid, worried. So they won’t have to put distance between you, that vast space you already feel growing like a hole in your heart.
i have had to conceal a lot of things in my life lately. i feel like it’s made it difficult for me to truly and openly connect to others sometimes. i’m learning to open up though and be honest. this also makes me think of makeup. hah.
They sat there in the parked car, an uncomfortable silence between them. She cleared her throat. “So, umm… great movie, huh?” He turned to face her and smiled. “Yeah, it was.” Another empty silence crept upon them.
Her emotions were running wild and confusion was blinding. It took every ounce of her composure and strength to conceal what she really felt about this man. It was too late for them now, though her heart fluttered at the very thought of his name.
Nikki
It was easy to hide.
Somehow, I thought it would be harder. I thought they would care. I thought they were watching. I thought they were looking.
Eyes were everywhere. Mouths and tongues flapping in the blistering cold.
But no one saw and no one spoke.
I didn’t think it’d be this easy. To hide. To run. To conceal the truth from those who desperately need to hear it.
She sings, letting her thoughts be free through the music. The ukelele she strums is rythmic, soothing. I want to listen to this music forever. I want it to conceal everything that that I am worrying about; I want it to make me forget about things that have been dragging me down. She closes her song with a last flurrish. All comes to an end.
I approached the figure in the road, slowing my vehicle figuring it was a stranded traveler stuck out of luck in the blizzard. Not a man did the snow conceal, though, but a moose which turned toward us as if to say, get out of *my* way.
I have secrets to conceal. Big secrets. Sometimes they haunt me, in my sleep. They follow me and talk to me they give me nightmares. They are coming to get me. They will be here soon. I cannot conceal it any longer. I am the secret.
Kallie
I tried to conceal the paper best I could, hoping Josh wouldn’t catch a glimpse of it.
“Whatcha got there?” Josh suddenly piped up, his laughing eyes becoming locked on the crumbled piece of paper in my hand.
“Nothing,” I quickly replied, stuffing the acceptation letter to Princeton into my bag. I wasn’t ready to tell Josh I had gotten in. I wasn’t ready to finalize the fact that I wouldn’t be seeing him everyday anymore.
i hide my face from the world you see
for something that is unreal you see
i cannot help this, oh how i wish this,
that i could show you me you see.
I spent too long trying to conceal who I was from the people around me. The people that I loved and cared about most, I shut out of my life for fear that they would hate what they would find if I let them in. The dichotomy ruined me. It was better to let the truth out rather than conceal what I thought was a hideous transformation from what I had been to what I was now.
I admit, I have concealed many secrets from you. But it’s been for your own good. There are things you don’t need to know about me yet, things I’ve kept hidden. Things better left unsaid.
It was hard to conceal, given the smile, the blush, the turning of her face. She looked down the street at something imaginary, hoping he would not yet guess that her feelings were growing stronger for him. it was too soon.
We hid ourselves in the thicket near the road. We stayed as still as we could. Slowly the sounds of the horse’s hooves on the pavement gradually grew louder, than the squeaking wheel of the cart. We held our breaths as it rolled by, and didn’t breathe again until the sound was gone.
if you conceal your feelings from me how am i to help you? i cant just sit back and idly watch as you destroy yourself from the inside. you seem happy but its just a plastic smile.
I didn’t answer his question. I almost never do. I don’t want to talk about my past, I don’t want to talk about my future, or my present. I don’t want to talk. If I talk, I will be open. Silence is my only remedy. If I’m not open, no one can hurt me. If I am concealed I am safe.
I conceal it every day. So does everyone. Sometimes it’s not there, sometime it is. Lately, it is always there. I can feel it, concealed, lurking there in the deepest recesses of my mind and heart.
I know that one day, it will not be so permanent. But for now, this concealed feeling is all I have day after day.
Conceal my donker from these women is what I am great at i conceal what it is that iwant the most from the grasp of the present and I know longer want to conceal not fear. not hate. not jeaously. not joy. now love..I want to have it all out on the table for me to see and for me to have free reign and use of.
Its hard to conceal the fact , that i cant love anyone but you. Every day i can look into your eyes and smile, smile because i know in my heart your the one for me.
We have, due to the ways of the world, been forced to conceal ourselves.
The truth of who we are, how we think. We have been forced to hide that and shove it into the black abyss of nothingness, in a desperate attempt of self-preservation.
But why?
Why do we act the same when we are all different?
means to hide something …like something red.
She shoved the package deeper into her coat, hiding it from view, trying to minimize the lump. The protected border loomed ahead, stretching along the horizon. She ran through excuses in her mind as she fiddles with the concealed package.
i will conceal the meat in a container
She couldn’t help but wonder what it was that he was trying to conceal. He had been acting strange towards her since the night at the party. She was worried that something had happened that he didn’t want her to know. She decided to ask around but tried to conceal her own reasons for asking so many questions. No one could know the truth.
Conceal. To hide. Just about whatever. I’m sure almost everybody has something to hide. Maybe from their parents, their friends, their loved ones, whoever. But whoever hides something is only hiding something from themselves: their true identity. You should be real with everybody. Okay, maybe whatever you’re hiding might be bad, or “illegal” but so what? That doesn’t change who you are. People might change their thoughts about you, but people come and go. So to conceal, or to not conceal is the question. But what’s the answer?
The air thick with the smell of burnt flesh, the younger voice nearly squealed, “Well he sure as hell ain’t gonna conceal that bad boy!”
“That’s enough Clitus, now just go and get him salved up. Now do it. Ya heard me!” The gruff older voice said quietly.
I slipped into the room trying to conceal him behind me. He was small so I thought it would work. He was noticed instantly. He stepped out from behind me and held out his hand. “Hi, I’m your son.”
Sometimes all you’ve got to do is to conceal some of your past secrets, just to know how to start again, freshly, and in a better way. Sometimes trust should be earned by concealing some of your life’s facts. Sometimes somethings shouldn’t be told!
I’ve hidden behind so many masks,
Let others see only what they wanted for so long
That I’m beginning to forget who I really am.
I can”t remember what it is to truly smile
Or how to feel true sorrow, I can only
Place a semblance of it on my face.
How was he supposed to conceal this? Everytime he looked at her he just wanted to shout it out loud so she, and everybody in a two mile radius would hear. Jesus he was losing it. And all over one silly girl.
I hope they can’t see the fear in my eyes. I’ve never felt so far away from him; but now it just feels like empty promises and continuous letdowns…I’m terrible at hiding things, but I know I have to; the words I have to say are only for him.
She tried to hide it. She grabbed the edge of her dress and tugged it over her bare leg. She looked around to see if anyone noticed. There was a man across the from her with a beard and a ski cap with his head down reading the paper.
Be stealthy. Go with what you need but without fear. Hide. Be untruthful. Keep secrets. Give no one what they think they have from you. Show nothing. Be anything but yourself.
My make up will conceal this mark, but it won’t conceal my life or yours. We have lived a life of fun but it has also been a life of crime.
i don’t wnat to conceal any feelings, yet i know you can’t reveal them all teh time/ why? morality, conscience, peace fo mind, and a couple of othe rthings.
I don’t like to conceal what I feel but I will sometimes paint a veneer over those colors to keep them from running into other eyes.
i always concealed what i really felt and thought, who i really was that i wasn’t aware of. i talked a lot but some people pointed out that i talked a lot but i didn’t say anything that got to my core. concealing was not easy.
What is your secret? Why don’t you want to share it with me? I can keep a secret, even a deep, dark one. Come on, give me a chance.
I’m not usually one to conceal myself. Normally everything just spills out in a never ending flow of joy and rage and love and sorrow and glee and fear and pain and every imaginable feeling, wonder in the world.
To conceal this would be worse than to just forget she had ever seen it. And yet, she didn’t know what to do about it. There it was, right in front of her. She shook her head and turned away from the horrid three-way mirror.
Conceal the tears with a smile so that no one has to feel guilty, responsible, afraid, worried. So they won’t have to put distance between you, that vast space you already feel growing like a hole in your heart.
i have had to conceal a lot of things in my life lately. i feel like it’s made it difficult for me to truly and openly connect to others sometimes. i’m learning to open up though and be honest. this also makes me think of makeup. hah.
They sat there in the parked car, an uncomfortable silence between them. She cleared her throat. “So, umm… great movie, huh?” He turned to face her and smiled. “Yeah, it was.” Another empty silence crept upon them.
Her emotions were running wild and confusion was blinding. It took every ounce of her composure and strength to conceal what she really felt about this man. It was too late for them now, though her heart fluttered at the very thought of his name.
It was easy to hide.
Somehow, I thought it would be harder. I thought they would care. I thought they were watching. I thought they were looking.
Eyes were everywhere. Mouths and tongues flapping in the blistering cold.
But no one saw and no one spoke.
I didn’t think it’d be this easy. To hide. To run. To conceal the truth from those who desperately need to hear it.
Somehow, I thought it would be harder.
She sings, letting her thoughts be free through the music. The ukelele she strums is rythmic, soothing. I want to listen to this music forever. I want it to conceal everything that that I am worrying about; I want it to make me forget about things that have been dragging me down. She closes her song with a last flurrish. All comes to an end.
I approached the figure in the road, slowing my vehicle figuring it was a stranded traveler stuck out of luck in the blizzard. Not a man did the snow conceal, though, but a moose which turned toward us as if to say, get out of *my* way.
I have secrets to conceal. Big secrets. Sometimes they haunt me, in my sleep. They follow me and talk to me they give me nightmares. They are coming to get me. They will be here soon. I cannot conceal it any longer. I am the secret.
I tried to conceal the paper best I could, hoping Josh wouldn’t catch a glimpse of it.
“Whatcha got there?” Josh suddenly piped up, his laughing eyes becoming locked on the crumbled piece of paper in my hand.
“Nothing,” I quickly replied, stuffing the acceptation letter to Princeton into my bag. I wasn’t ready to tell Josh I had gotten in. I wasn’t ready to finalize the fact that I wouldn’t be seeing him everyday anymore.
Buried only under covers,
no make-up,
I wake up, finally,
around midnight
I look hard at myself and say,
“I see you.”
and I nod at myself in the mirror.
I walk around in the dark and I say,
“I feel you there.”
as I move around the streetlight that spills onto the floor
peeking around suspiciously.
I walk about myself,
analyzing only the way it feels to be swept by,
unnoticed.