There is a difference between you and I,
I’m the hanger in the back of your closet and you are my beautiful sky.  

I don’t know where this is going, but I’m not liking it.

Slowly but surely, dying in the inside for you to notice me.

I sit and wait. I allow things to bother me for months at a time before I gather the courage to say something about what is eating at me. That’s probably something I should change about myself. When I first react to something, I feel that my emotions are always irrational and I should be patient to justify them. Then I end up waiting too long, and by that time I’m repeating to myself to remain silent because all will turn out well. But nothing will turn out well if you aren’t the catalyst of the reaction. So when I finally do come to my senses and shine light on my feelings, the other, or whomever it is, is frustrated with me because I took too long to say anything. That’s my real issue: I cope. I shouldn’t cope, I should have the courage to speak my mind. I think that’s what I look for in someone. I don’t want to pretend that everything is alright, I want to be real with them.