I can't get it out of my head. I think too much, my brain is dead.
I worry what could happen if I let myself free. To love. To feel. to be.
I wonder what would I be if I was to let go. If I was courageous enough to let my feelings show.
I don't want to make a "foolish teenage mistake", but at the same time, what's at stake?
My reputation? My faith? My heart?
I can't risk the things I prize, in the shadows of loneliness I will abide.
Maybe some day I will rise, and face the fears I hide