what I feel

I often don't know how I feel, There are times I just feel lonely. Want to cry on someone's shoulder, And share what's truly inside me. Sometimes, I find myself holding a pillow, Crying quietly and feeling so low. I keep it hidden from those around me, For fear of being judged by them. Finding comfort in the quiet, Craving a friendly face. Emotions bottled up, feeling heavy, Just wanting to share my space. My pillow catches the tears that flow. Keeping it all inside where nobody will know.