All this emotion. All this fear.

It is trapped inside me. No one can hear.

Did you know that I am strong? But also weak.

I need someone with me. To hear me speak.

Lifeless suffering. Darkness inside.

I have the light. Within me it hides.

Why can’t you listen? Why won’t you see.

That you, my friend, mean everything to me.

I don’t know if you don’t care, or just don’t show it.

But all of this guessing, is making me a poet.

I have no idea, I worry for nothing.

Maybe you, indeed, see me as something.

You know the worst part is, that I am actually afraid.

To show you the real me, instead of the one I have made.

No matter how much I try, life moves on.

With or without you, I will be gone.