Anonymity

There’s so much I’d want to say
if I could stand to say it:

“I still love you,
I feel like I need you,
and I hate you for making me feel this way”

So what’s stopping me?
The fear of what you‘d say:

“Get out of my life, I am happy now without you. 
Leaving you was not a mistake;
I don’t need you.”



There’s so much I’d want to say
if I could stand to say it:

“This won’t work,
I feel like you’re suffocating me,
and I hate you for making me feel this way.”

So what’s stopping me?
The fear of what you‘d say:

“I’m meaningless now, I can’t live without you. 
I want to die;
Just kill me, why don’t you.”



There’s so much I’d want to say
if I could stand to say it:

“Could this ever work,
I feel like I like you,
and I hate you for making me feel this way. 

So what’s stopping me?
The fear of what you‘d say:

“That’s nice to say, but you’re just a friend
I don’t like you that way;
I have a girlfriend.”