If I tell you what I feel,

it’s a normal reveal.

If I want to be exposed

I’ll tell you all my throes.

Seems simple on my mind,

memory, rather not rewind

Miles of the long journey,

hours of lost scrutiny.

Seems I’d rather stay alone

then live inside my own.

This pain I feel is real,

easily thought surreal.

The truth is, I will always stay

this life of mine feels OK

I’ll tell you when I know

I’ll live before I go.