I share my pain just the same way I share my joy.
I am happy and sad at equal measures.
The same intensity of my happiness is the same intensity of my sadness.
When I get to the level, I do push people I care about away.
I do not know how to love then.
I am not sure why I am fighting for something I will never have.
Why this pain? Why this torture?
Sometimes I hate myself for falling into your charms.
I despise myself for being in love yet being with other.
Lost in the forest of affection and doubt.
I reach out to those who have no idea what it feels like to love openly.
I seek them out from their hiding and laugh at myself
Is this all you’ve got woman?
Now run away from your shell and break the spell