It’s kind of a confession for me,
that I can be that low.
Me, in my natural state,
is all smiles.
Jokes, dorky actions, happiness, sunshine.
But when I get that low…
It’s like storm clouds.
It’s like a tsunami;
And there’s nothing I can do about it.
I can’t control it.
And that scares me to no end.
Is that why you left me all alone?
You’re the only person I ever told.
Did I scare you off with how dark I can be?
It makes me not want to tell anybody ever again,
no matter how close they are to me.
My own secret.
Something I can never share.
Why is this starting to feel familiar?