This is something I wrote when I told a girl I have known for 17 years my feelings. I have been there for her for a long time and hinted do many time and thought she gave me an opportunity to spill my heart out. I was wrong. >>

Finally knowing what it's like to spill your heart out and dive deep into your soul, expressing emotion, feeling like a person for the first time who has worth. A release of passion that you thought never existed. Then you notice it's the same as the void you've lived in since you were born. Dead to the world and nothing changes. You are still unseen like a ghost in the dark with no light. Words of love, honor, and respect are foreign to them. Blinded humans who's path in life is to accept pain and endure suffering. Why do we all want to be broken damaged vessels with no insight? It's human nature to say "I'm ok" when deep down we still suffer from what we though we could completely mend alone. But this is life. Humans are blind. We don't see what is in front of us, we only see what we want to see. This destroys humanity, corrupts morals, and makes every physical contact approached with a mask. No one is real to themselves or to another anymore. Life is a funny puzzle and the pieces never seem to come together. We keep cryptic dark memories of the only thing we've ever known. Pretending, like everyone else, we are ok. Because these humans in masks, who are blind, will never see the real you and who you can become.

I appreciate the introspection and depth of thought you've expressed in this poem, Vipryn.