The hidden messages I’m not supposed to hear;

The silence full of chaos and disruption.

You really baffle me, upset me, and hurt me,

Yet nothing’s changed.

The grave words written with their cryptic messages;

I’m alone, yet never before been surrounded by more people.

I want to say those things,

But they never fall from my mouth.

The pictures that hold more than they show;

I fear my weakness shall be myself.

And for the first time in my life,

I’m truly confused and scared.

Who do I turn to in my time of need?

Who will not judge me?

Who can help me from losing myself?

Who?