Inside

Somethings can never be shared

How I truly feel inside is something I’ve never felt comfortable sharing,

Because if I spoke truthfully, like deep down from the bottom of my heart, people wouldn’t stop staring.

They’d see that I was different, so if I spoke my truth I’d be surrounded by people whispering,

And I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from wondering what they are picturing.

See I know I’m different, instead of looking through the window and seeing all the stars that are glistening,

I would just fixate on that street light that is flickering.

I can’t help it I get lost in the details, like every time someone forgets a comma in an email

or the sound they make when they inhale or exhale.

My point is that I can’t share how I truly feel inside because I’d feel like I was on display —

Naked.

Exposed.

Like a politician when they’re running a campaign.

Another reason is that I have way too many thoughts that I don’t know how to explain

I know I’m starting to sound overly dramatic and a little bit cliche,

But all these thoughts rush in my head like a line of cocaine

And I get pretty afraid because I know I can never escape,

I can’t pass through the gateway or exit off of this freeway

I’m really stuck for always.

Yeah I know I’m different and I really can’t share how I truly feel inside

but really,

I’m ok.