We All Die, In The End

invisible

i speak very little of you
because i am afraid
of being asked for
proof of your existence
proof i do not have

i often deny you
because of my fear
of judgment and of hate

you are not a remedy
or a fix-all
for my lifes many lows
but you've shown me highs
i have never felt before

how do i show them
something even i
cannot see?
something even i
sometimes cannot feel?