• There are so many things to tell,
    but no one to tell it to.
    There are so many feelings to show,
    But no where to show it.

    Sometimes I feel like crying forever,
    But no tears will come.
    Sometimes I feel like bringing pain upon others,
    But my self-control rebels against it.

    Friends try to hard to comfort;
    They want to know what there is to tell,
    But I must not betray myself.

    Family try to less to care;
    They can care less about your well-being,
    But yet love is still present.

    So what happens now,
    Is the question I ask.