No one can see inside of me, no matter how hard I try.
My intention is seemingly never clear toward the naked eye.
For only I know for sure, what I truly feel inside.
Yet words and emotions cannot express the reason why I hide.

"I understand. I can relate. I can get the blues too.
But I cannot seem to fathom why you act the way you do."

I can only speak in metaphors as these feelings are otherworldly.
It's like my soul is locked up for the duration of my longevity.
The moments that may seem awkward are when my soul wriggles free.
Attempting to make up for time lost to express many facets of me.

"I can see the problem yet the solution is clear.
Just let your soul free! There's nothing to fear."

Fear is not even half of it, there's more to it than this.
If I were to just let go, there would be a sense of remiss.
No matter what I do to help myself, it seems it's never enough.
To try and make sense of darkness can be considered quite tough.

"You can't be serious! I don't understand, it's boggling to my mind.
It's as if you don't want the help and would rather stay confined."

No one can see inside of me, no matter how hard I try.
My intention is seemingly never clear toward the naked eye.
For only I know for sure, what I truly feel inside.
Yet words and emotions cannot express the reason why I hide.