Sometimes I wonder why I feel like no one understand me.
Why no one knows how to comfort me.
Sometimes I feel lonely, and there is no one there to make me smile.
I don't feel lost.
I know where I am.
I know who I am.
Or, at least, I do most of the time.
What I do feel is afraid.
Afraid that those closest to me, the ones I know care, that they don't understand me.
That scares me.
To think that they can't figure me out, that they don't know how to comfort me.
Am I really that different?
Maybe so, but aren't we all?
My fear is unique to me, as are my strengths.
I fear that my closest friends know that I will always be willing to listen, or to simply just be there, but they won't know how to solve the puzzle that is my emotions.
I fear that if I show the weakness that I know everyone has, my friends will leave.
Afraid that they don't know that all I need is a tight hug to last for more than just thirty seconds.
That I just need someone to be there.
I don't need a person to comp