Inside My Head

They tell me that I'm confusing,

They say they don't understand me,

That for once they would like to know what's going on inside my head.

When I'm alone I think about what they said.

I think about the pressure,

About the insecurities and the fear.

I think about the regret,

About the guilt and the shame.

I think about the solitude,

About the pain and the darkness.

I think about the self-imposed isolation,

Of how much I hate being alone,

And yet I know that if I don’t separate myself,

I’ll have to feel the pain of watching someone else push me away.

My head is not an easy place to be.