Everybody says they'll listen. They say they care.
But do they really? Or do they just think that they do?
Do they like the idea of being someone that people can go to?

Can they actually handle people coming to them?
Would they know what to do?

If I came to you with my problems, how long before it would become to much for you? How long before you don't want to be that person?

They all think I'm calm, stable, happy, content.
I have years of practice at hiding what's really going on.
Would they like who I really am? Could they handle me?

I am weak.
I am sad.
I am lonely.

Why am I even here?

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me.
Take away this pain. Bring me comfort. Ease my suffering.

They all say they care, but I can't risk finding out if they do.
It would distort who I am to them.
They would see behind my mask.

How long must I suffer in silence?
Is there no one I can talk to?
How long can I bottle this up before I explode?