I Have To Tell Them

Admitting it isn't wrong.
I know what I feel is true
and it doesn't want to go,
so why do I feel as though
the moment I say it,
it will?
I've made it this far.
My friends know
and the girl that I have fallen
a bit hard for knows,
so why is it so hard to say it
in front of everyone else?
Why do my lips quiver
at the thought of judgement
when I have been judged
and traumatized to bits
my entire life?
Maybe it's the trauma
from being hurt and judged
that keeps my mouth shut,
but the worst part is that
I can't help it
and I know that it will happen
one way or another.
I just need to 
let
it
out.
 

Rovva

QC

YWP Alumni

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