The counselors are clue less,
They don't know what's wrong with me.
As I stare at a blank wall,
Nobody talking but she.
I haven't talked,
and won't.
For over ten years.
and it pained me.
Something happened though,
that no one can know.
It involves my past,
and it would last,
with no one to leave me alone.
So I treat them with silence.
They don't know anything.
They think it's a disorder.
But I am perfectly fine,
nothing out of order.
Except of course,
my talking.
I will probably never talk again,
but that's fine with me,
as I will always be alone,
I'll never find that special 'he'.
I'm afraid.
No one will love me,
or put up with me.
The storm clouds formed above.
I get angered,
Holding back the urge to slap.
they think I'm broken,
I can't put up with this crap.
The only thing holding me together is my friend,
but who knows how long he'll be here,
I need him in my life,
I need him near,
I love him.
but I can't say.
But most of all...
I can't stay.
