I want to write

About something real,

Something with a rallying bite,

But not really how I feel.

Because raw emotions are something I fight

So that no one can steal

Them and show me like a kite,

Throwing me at the mercy of the wind.

 

I have so much to say

And I want it off my chest.

Peace, I pray!

But I keep these secrets,  lest

A person relay

Them to the rest

And I find their betray

Becomes a wound to the heart.

 

So what do I vent?

How can I relate

Through poetry or to you, who lent

Your notes for class when I was late

And who I now know I sent

Away because I couldn’t be your mate

For fear of commitment

To your unknown loyalty?

 

I know everything

About you - you practically sing

It all out,

But you're all we talk about,

So you can only guess

At the mess

That is my life,

But I think even as a wife

I will hold

It all until I’m old.

You say I’ll blow

Because I’ll feel so low,

That I won’t be able to take it

But I know all your shit-

I don’t feel alone

Because you’ve already shown

Me what is real

And how people feel.