There are things about me
That you may never understand.
Like why I don't tell you things
Such as the problem at hand.
Everyone has secrets.
Secrets that will make you weep.
But not all secrets are said
Some are rooted too deep.
You want me to communicate
But my mind won't let me say.
My mouth may start moving
But no words come out to play.
You may think im being selfish
And you may call me mean things.
But this is all for the best,
In my mind this leads to greater things.
Because if I buckle down
And tell you about the pain.
Then our lobe might slowly die.
And our happiness it shall drain.
@aunglat