Silent, Scarring Secrets Poem by Dyhanara Rios

I wish I could be sane for you;
I want you to adopt to me, too.

I'm lost in the philosophy
That no matter how hard I try,
My efforts will vanquish
On the day I die,
Turning and yearning

In bed, alone; one day, maybe,
I will hold you tight.
Turning and yearning
In bed, alone; one day, maybe,
I won't cry, alone, through the night.

If not for The Secrets
And my pride
And dear Vanity,
My will to be your bride,
Perhaps I would have given
My self-respect a chance
I need you to give me a chance.

I chose the lies and I find me.
I close my eyes and I see you.