The truth,
All the confessions
That she has yet to even tell herself
Are about to burst from within

She feels the fluttering in her chest
The lack of air in her lungs
The boiling in her gut
The tears glistening in the corner
Of her dark brown eyes

The truth is coming
And what she fears most
Is that whatever she does feel
It will not matter
Because no one will be there
To hold her as she cries and confesses
No one will tell her it's okay to love
Or to feel like love is impossible
She fears the truth
She fears herself.