Can I tell you?

How can I tell you,
so you don't run away?

How can I tell you,
without you making fun?

I can't.

Writing these poems is all I have.
It's so easy to put my words to paper.
It'll never get to you, and that makes it safer.

No one could ever understand.
Heck, I don't even get it.
At times it really pisses me off.
Other times, I couldn't even care.

Deep down tho, I'd tell you on a dare.
Should I call, tell you face to face, or send it in a message?
What do you prefer?
I JUST WANT IT TO BE HEARD!!

No I wouldn't, I just couldn't, so I won't.

If you wanted to know, I'm sure you'd just ask.
It's what I tell myself.
My thoughts only - forever and still.
How can I ever tell you?
The answer is really quite simple...
I actually, never will.