Just sitting here waiting for my feelings to disappear.
Heart filled with trauma unable to be told.
Anxiety filling me with tears.
How I wish for my feelings to drown and turn cold.
I hate to appear.
I hate the me in the mirror.
I wish to be bold, to be hold.
But you could probably guess why I'm sitting here.
Afraid to confess, afraid to be scold.
I fear her, rejection.
So I'm just sitting here.
stomach and mind turning as I toiled.
Wishing I never asked her to appear.
But I just wanted for me to be sincere.
Maybe to be able to tell her I hold her dear.
To be her lover.
But I'm like mud, she's like gold.
How I wish to find a hole.
I am afraid.
"I love her," I wish to tell her so.
"So you wanted to confess? Finally! Stop worrying, I love you too!"
So now, we're just sitting here.