Ask Me

Often I feel that

I am fathoms deeper

Then what people see,

That though thousands

Of eyes may gaze upon me

Not one of them

Has ever captured

My essence.

Everyone has secrets

Of course they do,

Things the public need

Not know.

But some secrets

Are just screaming,

Begging,

Pleading,

To be discovered,

To be accepted,

To be loved,

Just as much as

The rest of me.

I know that I

Have parts of my life

That I have chosen

To keep hidden.

For my sanctity,

For my family,

Because it is okay

To be different,

But only in acceptable ways.

I am sure some of you

Feel I am rambling,

That I am just

Speaking

To fend off

The silence.

In a way I am,

But don’t think

For one second

That means I am

InSincere.

Whenever I speak like this

It is from my heart.

This is a feeling

That I have felt

For such a long time,

And I am just hoping

I am

Not

Alone.

To be alone in this

Is to

Accept what I am feeling,

To accept

That there are parts of my life

That no one will

Ever want to know.

I have to live

In hope

That someday

I will find

Someone who not only

Wants to know my whole

Story,

But wants to be apart of it too.

Someone who knows

How I think

And moves with me

And is never afraid

To ask

Are you okay?

Someone to whom

I can simply say,

No