Nobody knows what this heart is capable of.
Nobody knows how much I want to run away each day.
Nobody knows how I feel about Christy anymore.
Nobody knows how good I am at masking.
Nobody knows how much I love them.
Nobody knows just how deep my thoughts can run.
Nobody knows the reasons for my silence.
Nobody knows how often I can fail.
Nobody knows how selfish I can be.
Nobody knows how much I fight that.
Nobody knows how much I can change.
Nobody knows where I want to be.
Nobody knows the level of conflict that can exist within my head.
Nobody knows how much I can treasure every moment.
Nobody knows how far I can stray.
Nobody knows how much I want to change.
Nobody knows how much I can hold inside.
Nobody knows what this heart isn’t capable of.

And maybe that’s just how I like it?