Inside my Heart

Lonely.

The word itself makes the tears fall.

I don’t know I’m….

Lonely,

Until the tears fall and I realize…..

No one really knows.

Who I am.

No one really knows.

How I feel.

No one really knows,

ME.

And I cry.

Because the desire for understanding is strong.

But the fear of being misunderstood is worse.

And the Desires fights against each other.

Eating me up inside.
And I cry.

Because I don’t know what to do.

Except wait.

For someone who understands.

Someone who doesn’t judge.

Someone who is a dream inside my head.

I wait.

And hope.

For someone.

To stop the war inside my heart.