The truth

I see you down the corridor,
You look at me,
I blush,
I turn away.

I wish you new how I felt,
I wish that we could be together,
But it could never happen,

I have a secret,
No one knows,
Not my mum,
Dad,
Sister.

I’m alone.

I wish I could tell you,
The truth,
I want to run my fingers through your hair,
To make you smile,
To make you laugh,
I want to be there when you’re sad,
I want to be the one to make it all better.

I can’t,
I’m scared,
To come out,
To tell the truth,
To say:

I Love Frank Iero.