Feelings Inside

Confession

I fished it out.
All the feelings and heartbreak.
The pain I felt due to their negligence.
I decided to write it down.
Form a letter.
Seven total...
One for the girl in the hallway.
Three for the girls on the stairs.
One to the girl in the classroom.
Two for the girls by my side.
I did it.
It was done, but not quite completed.
I went to my secluded spot.
Called up the one that heals my heart.
The one who gave me the idea.
Of a letter.
You ok?
Her voice broke the wall I had built up.
I choked up a sob.
Three girls came in.
Two of which received a letter.
I couldn't cry.
I wouldn't allow myself to break.
I spoke in my mother tongue.
But the third girl knew.
She knew exactly what I was saying.
I went back to the call,
Told her I'd talk to her later.
I went to my friends.
Who I caught reading the letter.
I hid.
Because hiding is what I do best.
They talked to me.
They never knew.
They never imagined.
They suspected it, but didn't speak up.
At least they cared.
At least they worried.
They accepted it.
They accepted my confession.