I guess what it all boils down to
is my unspoken question;
would you like me more if I
were more like you?
If I was dying inside,
if you knew that I had problems to hide,
would you be intrigued by my secrecy,
or would your knowing eyes see right through me?
If I was breaking down,
if I needed to be tethered to the ground,
would you wrap your arms around me tight
if I said I couldn't sleep at night?
If you knew that I was in pain,
if you heard the jumbled thoughts in my brain,
if you saw that my skin had hidden scars,
would I be cutting deeper to your heart?
I'll never be brave enough to ask you,
for I'm terrified of the answer;
would you like me more if
were suffering too?