I say these things to no one.
Ever.
they don't get the privilege,
the pleasure
of knowing and seeing and reading and being
my true, loving self.
I hide away the best of me
away from the eyes that could possibly
see
who I love
how I feel
what is real.
I show them the things they expect.
confidence
self-respect.
When truly, I'm just searching
for the lonely
idle
me.
But buried here, without fear,
my self, my soul comes alive.
breathing,
beating,
being,
words ignite the fire of life.
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