Every single, every word, every syllable I heard of every thought I ever have when trying to speak is so held back.
Not just the one to whom I rarely speak.
Not just the one that initiated me.
Not just her that I see every day.
To all of them I dare not say.
I dare not say the words I feel.
I dare not feel the words they say.
For fear is my constant, constant friend.
And they are different than I am.
