people tell me to

open up and let it out

but when I speak up

it seems they all run away

I don’t mean to harm

your comfy and naive world

the world you crafted

that shuts out those who feel things

those who speak freely

those who don’t fit in a box

we are not perfect

I sure as hell don’t pretend

that I don’t suffer

some extraordinary pain

unseen by others

but when you deny this pain

ignore the feelings

painted clearly on my face

you deny yourself

a true and real existence

you deny yourself

empathy, love and kindness

when you need it most