We hurt,
thus we rant and vent,
until our throat reaches the rawness,
of our hearts.
But,
for the unlucky few,
words are not steady.
Telling is the equivalent to confronting.
And not a soul,
enjoys the irony and redness upon the face,
of bittersweet confrontation.
Why are we at this stage of uneasiness?
Why is our mind so free,
but our mouth trembles to speak?
Day by day,
Minute by minute,
Second after second,
my mind cannot just simply "think."
No.
My mind befriends itself.
Telling it all the joyous moments.
All the laughter I've shared with my loved ones.
How blessed I am to witness the sunshine of this life.
But you see,
my mind also
shares when it is confused.
Uneasy.
Maybe there is something to hide.
I plead to discover,
as to why I fear in blossoming in these emotions.
My mind has something to tell,
something colorful and wonderful to say..
but my lips will not dare to move.
For maybe,
I uphold confusion.
Am uneasy.
I have something to hide.
Do not be mistaken,
for I am a joyous soul.
My eyes glisten,
in a sense of staring up,
looking beyond.
For one day,
some day,
a sinless life.
The support,
it never lacks in excellence.
All ears and eyes to myself,
if I am in need.
This may only appease,
those who are close.
If your eyes are scrolling,
at this particular second,
then here is your answer.
I do not comprehend why my mind has befriended itself.
For yes,
I have befriended you.
My mind,
oh how it adores you.
But my lips,
will not let it slip.
So,
when you see my fingers gripped to a pencil.
My hand in furious motion,
just know,
my mind is also befriending the paper,
thus setting itself at ease.
You friend,
may not know every detail.
Every confused thought.
Every uneasy glimpse.
Or every hidden secret.
Perhaps I don't open easily.