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.