Deep Down I Know I Could Never

But I've Slammed The Door To My Inner Self; If He Ever Wants To Force The Lock Again, He'll Have To Use A Harder Crowbar!

We've All Been A Little Confused This Past Week, Because Our Dearly Beloved Westertoren Bells Have Been Carted Off To Be Melted Down For The War, So We Have No Idea Of The Exact Time, Either Night Or Day.

Let's Not Talk About It Any More, But If You Still Want Anything Please Write To Me About It, Because I Can Say What I Mean Much Better On Paper.

They Mustn't Know My Despair, I Can't Let Them See The Wounds Which They Have Caused, I Couldn't Bear Their Sympathy And Their Kind-hearted Jokes, It Would Only Make Me Want To Scream All The More. If I Talk, Everyone Thinks I'm Showing Off; When I'm Silent They Think I'm Ridiculous; Rude If I Answer, Sly If I Get A Good Idea, Lazy If I'm Tired, Selfish If I Eat A Mouthful More Than I Should, Stupid, Cowardly, Crafty, Etc. Etc.

I Hid Myself Within Myself ... And Quietly Wrote Down All My Joys, Sorrows And Contempt In My Diary.