It's feels strange to me sometimes.
To be alone. Just me, myself, and I.
But, I can say that it does not surprise me at all.
It seems I've always been so, and am destined to be still.
There is no one who wishes to understand the chaos of my mind.
None daring to explore the fathoms of my soul.
But I can't blame them I suppose.
For I barely dare to venture there myself.
All have a view of me, so unlike reality.
They say I am quiet, kind, and gentle.
But, they don't know the fierce fire burning inside of me.
The turmoil within that I keep at bay.
The unanswered questions still twisting and turning.
The lost loves, shattered hopes, and waylaid dreams,
They float like flotsam on the waves of my heart, in the constant eb and flow of the tide.
I hold volumes upon volumes of unspoken words in my innermost places.
I keep myself hidden below the surface, afraid to be seen as I am.
Would they find room in their hearts for the real me, should I reveal myself?
No, they cannot even accept the person I choose to present to them now.
If even a particle slips through the cracks, they all disappear.
What I hold inside is too overwhelming a force for them to know how to embrace.
So, I will go on living these two lives of mine.
Wearing that facade visible to the world.
For that is all that they will allow of me.
While my true identity remains tucked away, a secret for me alone and the Creator of my soul.
The love I wish to give hidden deep inside of me.
It is awaiting someone who might have the courage to seek it out and set it free.