The Truth

Knowing I am unable to move in your presence,
I stutter,
Afraid to Speak the truth,
Afraid of the consequences,
But secretly thinking of the good.
Staring into your blank eyes,
A shiver crawls up my spine,
As I am,
Waiting,
Deciding,
Confused but Yet Knowing,
My lips begin to move.
I choose to speak.
I have known loneliness.
But I know it no more.