Repression,
that's all I need.
To repress this storm that's echoing within.
To keep it's winds at bay,
To act as if I don't see it looming beside me.
To halt these feelings and just keep living,
see where that will bring me.

I like them,
I don't like them.
Their a good friend,
Could they be a little more than that?
Ah,
the petals of a daisy,
could never solve my hearts dispute.

I didn't believe they would reappear,
I never thought these feelings could confuse me so much.
Do I?
Do I not?
I'm so uncertain.
I thought I couldn't get over the past pain of rejection,
I thought moving on would take more time,
but could my heart be wavering to someone new,
Or am I just confusing myself further?

No.
They do not cry out,
They do not groan,
But mumble and whisper their dissatisfaction.
They wish no one to know,
To carry the weight they bear.
They whisper their sorrows through words softly uttered,
And words carefully written,
But never read.
They see loneliness as a cloak
That covers them in busy rooms,
That mutes them to the smallest groups.
No ones there.
Everyone's there.
What's the difference?
When your locked in with your thoughts?

Sumimasen, chotto.
Donde esta la bibliotecia?
Yo tengo un gato in los pantalones.
How can I even speak english?
The simple answer,
I can't.
My words fall short,
I loose my train of thought.
My grammer tries to autocorrect itself in the worsest of ways.
I'm often teased that I have my own language,
and yet my writing comes across well.
I can speak a mix of languages,
but barely.
I speak Annanese,
I can't speak at all.
I just get nervous and my sentence structure falls to ruin.
I'm too shy for my own good.
And yet I can become too bubbly and worry that I speak too much.
It's always too much,
or not enough.
Never balanced.
Why can't I just speak my mind?