Sometimes

Sometimes I fear,

To write down that which I feel.

I fear to show,

the world my fear,

for the world may then be a feared,

of me.

To think less of me,

for being just that,

Me.

I fear to write how I feel,

My feelings too rich

too much,

for some to take,

may lead to hate.

So instead, I bake a cake

and hide them all inside,

my head,

but they be not dead,

one day they shall explode,

implode

leaving me one hefty load,

of shit to deal,

oh what to feel

is this real.