Torn

I'm torn between the edges,
Of my frayed imagination,
I continue to devise wonderful schemes,
As a way to tell you the truth,
But everytime, a lose string unravels,
And all the work comes floating down

I almost stormed in today,
Angry at father for not trusting me,
To know when I need help,
And I almost told you
But as soon as I threw the door open,
I knew; the moment was not right

I want to tell you so bad,
I can tell complete strangers,
But as soon as your around,
I make sure my sleeves are down and my socks are up
Because I'm so damn ashamed
How are you going to react when you know your daughter hurts herself?