maybe i fell for your eyes,
or your smile,
perhaps it's the way you furrow your eyebrows when you concentrate,
or the way you are always standing by my side.
maybe because everytime you tell a joke, you look at me because i understand you.
you listen to me when i need to be heard.

but you don't see me as your lover.

i'm your best friend.

Maybe you'll understand.

Do you hate it when you can't transform your thoughts into words?

You try to explain the wreckless storm of thoughts and emotions inside your mind, yet it only comes out in an unsure stutter.

They ask you how you feel, if you're upset, if you're angry, or happy. But that's the thing, as much as you're silently screaming, you can't make your voice form the words.

Everytime someone speaks, all you do is watch, and try to see through their masks and personalities. See through who they are as a person, a living, breathing person that thinks as well.

Whenever someone accurately portrays their emotions, you feel a strange feeling of want. Of need.

You want the power to be able to say what you're actually thinking.

But of course, you carry on with your life, talking to friends, laughing at jokes and comforting others. Only, you're trapped in a glass cage, with your thoughts, only a small gap that leads to everyone else. But your thoughts are too big, and only a fraction of how you feel escapes through the glass to society's ears.

Maybe you'll understand.