The way we are inside

So much alike,
you and I,
sick,
twisted,
demented,
depressed,
the little difference,
I kept my depression masked.
You were open,
vulnurable,
and i was sealed,
like a lock.
Ment to be open at the precise time,
when someone finally figured it out.
Between losing one importance,
then another,
opening up is something,
i don't often do.
The few chances i do is with the two of you,
or through the small thing,
music,
writing,
what ever will get me through.
Sealed like a lock.