State

I understate emotions so damn much
You can't imagine. Everything I say
Should be turned up; I use it as a crutch
Saying "I could be," or "I might," "I may,"
Where I am certain, making nothing out
Of what is everything. I cannot seem
To speak definitively, without doubt
Even when I am. Desires teem
Within me, but they will not be expressed;
I'm almost silent when called on to speak
About myself. If I have overstressed
This tendency, to make myself seem weak
That's merely evidence of what I've said;
Emotions stay locked up inside my head.