Is this fooling anyone else?

I wonder why i cannot tell you

about this little thing.

We're so open and love each other

but this...

it's just to big for me.

I'm afraid for you to hear the truth.

I don't write to get revenge.

I don't write because I'm angry all the time.

I write to express myself

I write to let it go

I write to put words to my crazy thoughts.

Still, I write poems in the dark

or when your gone, away

I'm scared that when you read them

you'll some how think of me different.

Not your perfect little daughter

but a human, with flaws.

So maybe tomorrow I'll ask you if you want to read

and risk it all.

Or maybe, I'll wait a week

a month or two.

When your ready.

This poem was written 3 weeks ago.