People used to ask why it's so hard

For me to open up about my feelings.

Let me tell you a story,

About when

I plucked up the courage

To tell my own ones how I felt

How I struggled and fought, 

And cried for myself

Inside myself, because of myself.

When I reached out for a hold,

They took my hand and shouted,

Don't be too emotional

Just demarcate

Don't speak about your negativity

It spreads hate,

And then let go

Without telling me that it's normal to feel so.

It made me feel lost,

lonelier than the sea,

It made me feel that I didn't deserve to be me.

But somewhere in my sanity

A small piece of it spoke,

Whatever you feel is never a joke.

If help is needed go somewhere else,

It's even fine to look for it in yourself.

It doesn't prove that you're lonely.

It just proves how absolutely dangerous you are

That you don't need anyone else to heal you.

And I realized I can never be alone,

Because there's at least ninety-nine parts of myself

There to catch the hundredth when it falls.

Now, when people ask me

Why I don't talk about my feelings,

I answer,

I do,

But it's just with my conscience

Who helps me go through.