Tangled Will

Why can’t I tell you how I feel?

It’s not as if the truth will make it any less real

Yet I know that the truth is something I must face

And if I’m rejected, there will be a new scar that won’t easily erase.

I’ve thought about you time and time before

It’s not as if my thoughts of you will start another war

The only war I know is the war inside my mind-

The crusade for credibility and other things hard to find.

So why must I in my quest for what is true

Envision the very opposite as what I intend to do?

I have built a little fantasy world,

And I deem it safer still

Than the end result, were I to act and

Thus exercise my will.

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