I am scared.

Alone.

Cold.

Afraid.

Guilty.

Anxious.

Trapped.

Depressed.

These are a few words that describe me.

I make the mistake of believing they are me.

I cannot control my feelings.
I do not understand my feelings.

I live in fear of others.
I live in fear of myself.

Once, I learnt not to feel bad.
Or good.

So I was hopeful when my parents taught me to feel again.

But now I feel too much.

I liked feeling numb.

I was okay, when I was numb.

I didn't care if things were good.
Or bad.

I didn't hate myself.
Much.

Now I feel.
Now I hurt.
Now I hate.
Now I love.

I am a hopeless romantic.
I'll admit that.

But I hate romance.
I do not understand it.

I hide my dreams.
I'm not worth it.

I don't ask.
I don't expect.
I don't want.

I dream.
But I shouldn't.

I could list all the problems I have.
But my lifetime would be too short to list them all.
Even if I live to the average age.

Not that I want to.

Now, how could you help me?
How could I help you?

We are the same.

Living in fear.

Feeling alone.

Truly depressed.

Take my hand.
Dance my dance.
I'll help you understand...

Trust me.
Just once...