Passive

I let things build. I let things pile up and eat at me inside. I put on a facade like everything is okay. I let things brew into quiet storms that engulf me until there's enough damage to last centuries. Yet, I still act like the world spins in my favor.

Sometimes I can't put my emotions into words. I just want someone who understands when I don't. My own confusion resonates within me and I get lost in avenues between days that are so mundane I can't even wake myself up in the morning.

I just want you to understand.
Someone, please.