Somedays.
I wish there was someone,
or somewhere to go.

A place to seek help.
For anything or any reason,
Without fear of anything,
or anyone.

There isn't a place,
With anonymity for those problems that are,
Less common than most,
The ones you can't say aloud.

Instead,
We are forced to suffer in silence.
Because the fears in which control us...
...are the fears of people finding out.