Crimson Confessions

Feeling like the true self,

Emotions hidden from everyone else.

Hoping no harm is done,

Praying for understanding,

Accepting when it’s not there.

Writing down words sworn to be said,

Resisting each thought,

Trying not to let the mind sway.

Is it possible to feel this happy

When everything around is in disarray?

Hiding a crimson face,

Whispers to a beating heart—

When did it all start?

How long was this denied?

How long was the wait?

Was it too late?

Are intentions clear?

Is the image seen the same way?