I guess what it all boils down to

is my unspoken question;

would you like me more if I

were more like you?

 

If I was dying inside,

if you knew that I had problems to hide,

would you be intrigued by my secrecy,

or would your knowing eyes see right through me?

 

If I was breaking down,

if I needed to be tethered to the ground,

would you wrap your arms around me tight

if I said I couldn't sleep at night?

 

If you knew that I was in pain,

if you heard the jumbled thoughts in my brain,

if you saw that my skin had hidden scars,

would I be cutting deeper to your heart?

 

I'll never be brave enough to ask you,

for I'm terrified of the answer;

would you like me more if

were suffering too?