Scared Poem by Brent McCracken

Sometimes I just don't want to say anything, I have the words, the thoughts, the ideas, they're all floating here in my head, toward my mouth, towars my fingertips, as if they want to get out, but sometimes I am just selfish, or tired, hurt, or scared, but at this moment I just want to hide from everything and everyone, I want to stand perfectly still and absolutely quiet, untouched, unheard, unnoticed.
I hold myself together well... on the outside, I can stand right infront of you, look into your eyes, and speak face to face, and still I am hiding.
I am scared to say too much, or not enough, I am scared that things won't ever be the same, the way it was, the way it should be, the way my heart feels, and wants, i'm scared that the result is ou going away for good.