When all the love you have inside goes unrequited, and it builds, and builds, and builds, where does it go? When it remains unacknowledged, what happens? All the energy I have inside of me is always present, it's a wonder I don't explode everyday. My occasional outbursts are of minor concerns and it feels as if I'm waiting for the big one. One day I'll blow up. I wish somehow my feelings of love could be filtered out in a positive way. I'd rather not sit and wait, being cautious so as not to set myself into a dangerous mood that might somehow harm my fragile mental state.
I have yet to tell anyone my secret.