I'm a coward at heart.
I alienate myself from others.
I fear even the ones closet to me, and I can't make myself kinder to them.
I try to listen, I really do, but every attempt ends up with the ever so growing rage that they talk and talk and talk.
And every attempt to run away chokes me more and more with guilt.
And the root of it all is in the simple fact that I'm afraid to talk myself.
Do you really have a right to claim that you love someone if their very presence fills you with both fear and anger?
But I love them. I really do. I just wish... I just wish my mind and heart didn't make me suffer at the expense of my time with them.