Inside Mess

I love animals...
cause I'm not afraid of them...
I'm not afraid of giving them some warmth...
Or show them some affection...
I'm not scared of getting close to them...
Only afraid of losing them...

I love teddy bears...
Cause they can't hurt me...
They can be a comfort when nothing else are...
And I'm not afraid of giving love to them...
I'm not afraid of getting close to them...
Or share my warmth with them...

But can I talk with them?
Can I laugh with them?
Can I be entirely happy with them?
Is it happiness that make me howl to the stars every night?
What does this empty feeling in my chest means?
Why does it feel as if my eyes are about to burst?
Why do I feel so alone in this world, when I have so many around me who loves me so much?

I hate myself...
I wish I wasn't so scared...