Are feelings I can't explain,
Sometimes they make me feel good,
Sometimes they give me pain.
I think about you nonstop,
And hope that you care.
But I'm not quite sure.
If you even know that I'm there.
I wonder sometimes, as I lie in bed,
If all those bad things, were really said.
I'm so confused, what should I do?
I can't think of anything,
Except for you.
I'm curious to know,
If you can really look inside of me.
If that could happen,
Would you understand what you see?
If only you could, open your eyes,
To see, then you would know
You matter a great deal to me.
-Selva W.