You're afraid of being judged. That's why you don't talk about your real thoughts or problems with anyone. That's why you feel lonely like no one will listen. You think your thoughts are too messed up that if you tell someone, they won't be able to understand. You're judged every day for being rude. Not listening. Being messy. You just want someone to tell you the good qualities you have as well. Tell you you're good at something. You're important. Tell you you're beautiful. It's been a long time since some body told you those words with a genuine sincere heart. You know they still love you though. Your thoughts get complicated once again, You want to blame it on the silence. Silence makes you think too much. Thinking about what you'll write brings the tears up. Every detail and thought passes through your mind without pause and, suddenley, you face all your problems at once. Stupid insecurities, Imperfections. But the tears don't fall yet. Not until you get the words on paper.