"Why are you doing this?" he asks,
but she just looks away.
He doesn't know the pain that
she goes through every day.
"Why won't you let me in?" he begs,
wishing she'd look him in the eyes,
but he doesn't know of all the times
she just lays in bed and cries.
"What are you so afraid of?" he says
without hoping for an answer that is true.
Imagine his surprise when she turns toward him,
meets his gaze, and whispers, "You."