Irrational; The third sequence (Original - Part 3 of 5)

Is it not sane to admit all my fears,
To unveil my thoughts, my emotions arrear,
Some things it seems, I just can't contain
I want to speak but wisely refrain.
Its not that I care, if you really concur
It’s the thought I might hurt you, my internal torture,
My ideas like corridors, an empty maze of halls,
So to protect my own welfare, I must build these walls.
You can't tell my words from the truth wove with lies,
You can’t see my intentions; my woes and despise
I don’t want to trust you, and though you trust me;
Just let me live my life vicariously...