Risk. You never know until you try, right? I hear this, but fear pollutes my mind. The "what ifs" paralyze me and stop me from jumping. Never thought I would reach this point of wanting to take the risk. I never thought I would reach this point of pure honesty in thought.
I was open. I was real. I revealed a festering wound I kept hidden. Secretly, you didn't know, I wanted people to see it. I wanted people to help me deal with it because it had grown immensely out of my control. It caused me pain. So I uncovered it. I took that risk and jumped. I trusted you. Yet you throw dirt it. You looked at it in disgust.
I stand now. Ashamed. All I can do is turn my back on you now. All I can do is cover it back up and talk about the weather. It's a beautiful day. Oh look, the sun is setting.
Let's pretend like it never happened. It would make life better. For me. And especially for you.
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