It takes a long time--
For me to say this,
Contemplating words,
Afraid that I might miss-
The important thought,
That's in my head,
And the feeling that it brought,
Made me numb in this bed.
Being a private person,
It's hard to take risk,
Having little option,
And a battle to fix.
Yet I gave it a shot--
Trying to be more open,
Cause inside I thought--
I'll be heal from being broken.
But I made a mistake,
There's too much expection--
For the things that they'll make,
I have never made a caution.
But good thing it happened,
Cause I made a realization
I have known who I am--
For them I'm a second option,
Or just a stranger perhaps--
Whom they don't consider as real.
Which they said "You're my friend"
But it's not what they feel.
And now trying to recover--
From that sadness.
Accepting what I've discover--
In state of madness.
So I used this last voice,
To let go of my emotion.
I used this last choice,
To make my confession.
