I Am Not Expressive
Would you love me?
If I told you I was molested?
If I told you I hate Myself?
If I told you I don't know my identity.
If I told you I'm not the person you see.
If I told you I barely want to wake up in the morning.
If I told you I'm disgusting.
If I told you I'm lonely.
If I told you I'm ashamed.
The person you see is never certain of himself.
Always wanting help.
But knows he can't seek it.
Knowing his character will be judged.
Going out of my way to help or keep others happy.
But never myself.
Would you love me?
I don't think you can.
Only when you understand me.
Is only when you can love me.
For I don't understand myself
So no way can I love myself.
Would you love me?
There's people I wish I can open up to.
But it seems impossible.
Would They love me?
But I don't think they'd understand.
That doubt and fear is always here.
Wanting to be at peace.
Would they love me if I shared?
Wanting care.
A hug.
A warm Gentle hug.
Saying I understand.
Would it erase my fear.
My anxiety gone.
My depression no longer here?
Ive run from some of the people that were there.
Who did care.
I looked at them with a blank stare.
Something inside....
Has died.
Myself.
Never showing it.
I hide my fractured soul.
With anger.
You've noticed a change.
But never knew the reasoning.
No longer do you reach out for me.
It hurts me to know you don't understand.
Only Blaming myself.
When I'm around now.
Nothing feels the same.
How it use to be.
For me.
I'm no longer present.
Things take me back.
So much on mind.
When you see me with that blank stare.
Would you love me?
If I told you I was molested?
If I told you I hate Myself?
If I told you I don't know my identity.
If I told you I'm not the person you see.
If I told you I barely want to wake up in the morning.
If I told you I'm disgusting.
If I told you I'm lonely.
If I told you I'm ashamed.
The person you see is never certain of himself.
Always wanting help.
But knows he can't seek it.
Knowing his character will be judged.
Going out of my way to help or keep others happy.
But never myself.
Would you love me?
I don't think you can.
Only when you understand me.
Is only when you can love me.
For I don't understand myself
So no way can I love myself.
Would you love me?
There's people I wish I can open up to.
But it seems impossible.
Would They love me?
But I don't think they'd understand.
That doubt and fear is always here.
Wanting to be at peace.
Would they love me if I shared?
Wanting care.
A hug.
A warm Gentle hug.
Saying I understand.
Would it erase my fear.
My anxiety gone.
My depression no longer here?
Ive run from some of the people that were there.
Who did care.
I looked at them with a blank stare.
Something inside....
Has died.
Myself.
Never showing it.
I hide my fractured soul.
With anger.
You've noticed a change.
But never knew the reasoning.
No longer do you reach out for me.
It hurts me to know you don't understand.
Only Blaming myself.
When I'm around now.
Nothing feels the same.
How it use to be.
For me.
I'm no longer present.
Things take me back.
So much on mind.
When you see me with that blank stare.
Would you love me?
