Yes I Do A Confessional Poem

Yes, I do…
Yes, I hate people—
but still wait for someone to understand me.
Yes, I like talking to new people—
but I’m afraid when it actually happens.
Yes, I want to go out with friends—
but I don’t really have them.
Yes, I get jealous—
of people in love…
of people who found something real.
Yes, I get jealous of my friends—
and yes, I still help them
like nothing’s wrong.
Yes, I want love—
I really do.
Yes, I don’t know how to find it.
Yes, I tried—
harder than I admit.
Yes, I still couldn’t talk to her.
Yes, I cry watching love stories—
like they were meant for me.
Yes, I want that life—
even if I don’t understand it.
Yes, I imagine her—
even when I don’t know who she is.
Yes, I love her—
in a way that doesn’t make sense.
Yes, I want to give her everything—
without even knowing her name.
Yes, I talk too much sometimes—
and then wish I stayed quiet.
Yes, I smile—
like everything’s fine.
Yes, I’m okay—
just not completely.
Yes, I feel alone—
more than I say.
Yes, I judge people—
and yes, I know they judge me too.
Yes, I’m aware—
of every flaw I carry.
Yes, she doesn’t know me.
Yes, I still build a life with her in my head.
Yes, I don’t want to wake up—
because she’s there in my dreams.
Yes, I get scared—
of how real it feels.
Yes, I love—
even like this.
Yes…
I do.