I have wanted to show you my poetry ever since the day you asked me what I like to do in my free time
I told you I write poems and songs
And I want to show you what I feel inside
The things that hurt me
The things that make me cry
The things that make me happy
I have never been good at opening up
I'm not good at talking
Ask me what's wrong and I freeze
But ask me to write a poem about it
And you will see all the things that are breaking me
I do not know if I want to open up to you yet
You still have the ability to leave
I guess you always do
But it will hurt much more than if you didn't know me
I'm still trying to decide
I want you to know me but I'm scared