truth is freedom

Quiet hours of uncertainty
too proud to ask
what's wrong
too frightened of the answer
in case what doesn't fit
is me
and I wonder why
you won't just hold me
say, "I love you
it's all right"
but maybe you don't and
maybe it isn't and
maybe I just
don't want to know.
So easy it is
to feel alone
to slip back into
silent solitude
not asking questions in case
truth makes you disappear.
I watch my faith
unravel slowly
as shameful insecurity grows.