Confess

I feel that I must confess,

My mind and heart is restless.

I am too sensitive,

I try not to be negative.

I am leaving signs,

But people don’t get that I am not fine.

Never been a fan of confrontations,

Because I have too much emotions.

I distance myself when I am hurting,

Maybe I will find answers while I am searching.

Sometimes I wish people could read me,

Sometimes I feel people don’t really know me.

They expect of me to talk,

But, what if I want them to listen to my silence?

Would they take me for a walk?

Would they know what I am feeling when I speak nothing at all?

I seek for people that actually wants to get to know me,

My soul, past, present, future, everything about me.

Sometimes they are hard to find,

Sometimes I wish they would look for me.

To know what is going on in my mind,

To be there for me until the end of time.

Now that I have confessed,

May my mind and heart no longer be restless.

-Skyheart