Guava

poem

I am scared.
I feel so small.
I feel alone.
I am lost.
I am sad.
I am torn.
I feel broken.
I feel I have hurt myself.
My heart is longing.
My head is spinning.
My soul is wounded.
My eyes are flooding.
My legs fail me.
My fingers betray me.
My body feels limp.
I want to run.
I want to hide.
I want to make it go away.
I want to end it all.
I want to face the fire.
I want to gain control.
The feelings haunt me.
The thoughts consume me.
The hurt takes over.
The love burns inside me.
The pain taunts me.
The sun freezes me.
The wind burns me.
Maybe I'll say it.
Maybe I'll sit still.
Maybe I'll be outgoing.
Maybe I'll shrink away.
Maybe I'll fight it.
Maybe I'll let the truth guide me.
Maybe I love him.
Maybe he loves me too.
Maybe he burns for me.
Maybe I can make things right.
I want to know.
I want to understand.
I want to recreate the feeling.
I want to express myself.
I want to be accepted.
I want to feel normal again.
I want to stop crying.
I want the pain to go away.
Most of all I want the chance to be me.