Sharing is caring!
Or so I've been told.
Yet, to tell you my feelings:
Dare I be so bold?
I cannot
Make people stay
My lack of sharing
Often drives them away...
I don't want to be secretive
Nor do I like to bottle up
But pushing everything down
Has worked well enough.
I'd rather not burden
I'd rather just listen
But it makes you feel isolated
Alone, but this is
Nothing but a character flaw
You fetch the crowbar and I'll fetch the saw
I've so much to tell you
So please, sympathize
It's hard to separate
My truth from your lies.

I feel an awful lot like I’m a rough draft, a
work in the making
Left upon his mahogany desk
far away
There’s a polished-up version of me, somewhere—
Somewhere awfully far away.
The crisp edges of her unrumpled surface
are dancing, as
eyes devour her every word.