Dear Nobody™,

A thought arose, a shining flare,
so crystal bright within my care,
it whispered low, began so small,
I let no one inside at all.

A story found its quiet way,
and struck my mind where shadows stay,
my amygdala in the storm,
where feelings twist and fears take form.

It came to life inside my head,
I don't know how those thoughts were fed,
they drifted through my tangled mind,
on threads of thought I could not bind.

It hit my head, my heart, my hands,
like something no one understands,
a secret pulse, a hidden beat,
on empty pages, incomplete.

The paper blank, the silence loud,
the swirling thoughts, a restless crowd,
one... two... three... I start to see,
a world unfolding just for me.

Yet it lets me enter in
only if I fit within,
the world it wants, the one I show,
not all the things I truly know.

I'm trapped inside the words I weave,
trapped in myself, I can't quite leave,
a fairytale that shapes no end,
just something I cannot defend.

It shines so all can clearly see
the brighter, softer side of me,
but never shows the darker side
I've always kept so well to hide.