It’s weird, how I feel
I want to express my emotions for everyone to see
I’d like to get their attention
Although that would be selfish, I know.
I am aware, of how my words
Fingers plucking at their heartstrings
Draw their concerns to me
A Siren serenade atop a rock.
Bottled up and ready to burst
Yet I’ve forgotten, what are words?
In timely manner I’ve remembered
By then I can only direct my cries inwards.
I can tell no one
For fear of hurting them
I know they would want to know
Yet they simmer in my deception
I confide in you
Unknowest of your face or name
I feel safe and selfish
That you don’t know me in return