There is so much I want to say, but the words die in my throat.
I’m afraid.
Afraid to cross a line with you
and make you hate me because of that.
Afraid that I will sound stupid or selfish;
and make myself more of a burden than I already am.
Yet I am most afraid because most of the time
I don’t even know what it is that I want to say.
My thoughts twist and turn and become jumbled in my brain,
so when I open my mouth, no words are formed
and your questions go unanswered.
And the more I wish I could just tell you
the more stitches are sewn through my lips
Sealing them shut.
Keeping my secrets inside.
