Burst

This isn't really a poem, it's kind of a group of thoughts, and don't get freaked out if you think I can't trust you. This is an exageration of how it sometimes feels when you can't tell someone something.

Burst

I need to talk, because when things are bottled up, they tend to burst.

I am about to burst, and yet I find no trust in anyone, not even the blank page that I scribble my pencil over. Only I can understand what it feels like to look at you. Only I can understand what it feels like to lose you when I never had you in the first place. Only I can understand what it's like when you are with her, when she rests her head on your shoulder. When you laugh together and I try to join in. I feel so stupid, why would you even want to talk to me? I'm just a random person. You don't need anyone else, you have eachother. I have no one.