I sit with my thoughts, they whisper, they creep,
Dark little secrets I swore I would keep.

I scare myself with the things I feel,
The weight, the doubt, are any of them real?

I smile, I laugh, I play along,
But inside, it all feels so wrong.

Is it me, or just my mind?
I’m scared to look, scared to find.

Ugh, Why Didn’t I Say Something?

Okay, so like… there was a time,
When you liked me, and I liked you—what a crime.
But I didn’t know, I was so clueless,
And now I’m here, feeling kinda useless.

You’re cute, you’re tall, it’s actually unfair,
And I catch myself trying not to stare.
Do you still feel the same, or is it too late?
Am I stuck overthinking while you’ve moved on straight?

I wish I had said it, just got it all out,
Instead of sitting here filled with doubt.
But maybe—just maybe—you still feel it too,
And you’re wondering the same thing about me and you.