It's Personal

What I write is my own decision
I don't do it for recognition
Here's my confession
Just listen...

What I write means a lot to me
Don't you see?
I'm an open book and letting you in
You're welcome to stay as I'm about to begin

My thoughts are so personal yet I'm willing to share
Although I am aware
That rarely a few do genuinely care
I know that's not fair

But you know it's true
Most don't care or have a clue
When they ask 'are you okay?'
They hear but don't listen to what you have to say.
I feel for those who learn the hard way
But it's a price you have to pay

Knowledge is power
But the truth can devour
All those bridges you built up, are burning down, to the ground, without making a sound.