I feeling like crying to myself,

But I don’t know why.

A melancholy feeling tugs at my heart

As each moment passes by.

Why is it so hard now

To confide in you?

I blinked and realized

That this has always been true .

I’ve always wanted to express myself,

Hoping that you’ll understand.

But things aren’t like I predicted.

They’re not how I planned.

I want to be free

To be finally free.

To decide for myself

What makes me happy.

I want to make you proud

So I’ll be strong and tough.

But for you,

Is this enough?

I’ve told you many things

That came from my soul.

What makes me content and warm,

Or depressed and cold.

But then why

After the things I revealed,

You couldn’t tell if it’s a joke or for real?

At times it hurts.

I wanted you to believe.

But then you’d say I’m being naïve.

It may not matter to you,

But it does to me.

Why can’t you just take me seriously?

Sometimes you don’t take the effort

To fully understand and let me explain.

Instead you think I’m making a joke

Or being insane.

I have dreams and plans

But you don’t know them all.

I don’t expect you to

‘Cause I think you’ll be appalled.

You might think they’re ridiculous,

Silly, weird, or absurd

Or just a temporary interest.

It’s not. It’s not.

Really, it’s not.