Please

There is so much inside
with nowhere to go
and nowhere to hide
but deeper, deeper.
I miss being known
almost as much
as I miss knowing.
Is it possible to suffocate
inside your own mind?
How about your own heart?
The next bullet
on my to do list
has a mind of its own
and I'm afraid it has a bit
of a tendency to aim
towards my overfull head
to release some tension
from the pounding, pounding
of thoughts and feelings...
secrets...those things that make me, me.
All dressed up and no where to go.
Please stop looking at me.
Please look a little deeper.
Some, please listen to me...
Please...please...
I can't scream any louder
but at best I'm still whispering.