I thought telling someone would make it
Better,
In a way it did, a weight is lifted
Off my shoulders, which is nice
Because I never thought I had someone I could
Talk with,
Especially not about this

But in an entirely different way, I can't stop
Crying
Because now I know it's not just in my head, it's
Real, and the idea is eating me alive,
I'm so fed up with who I am

So now I'm thinking maybe
This was better kept to myself