Confusion

Hanging out with me may be whatever, But talking to me, When you really begin talking to me.... It's just like a flip is switched.. Or I flip some kind of a switch all of a sudden And quite unexpectedly And you start pouring out.. Saying and revealing things about yourself About things.the way you feel.or have felt about Everything or particular things Because to me ,it's like talking to your own soul, Infact,I may be just that , Sure, I'm out here living and walking around now,Same as you.... But it's just like that inner.... That inward point of view and being..yours. He is suddenly right here with you Before your eyes,right besides you Caring, listening, urging, compelling, Just setting you free Many are so scare or frightened..Frozen They never let this anger out... This fear.. sorrow.. pain.. whatever it is Whatever else it is.. These things bury me Conceal and cover up So scared of what they might say What that then would mean too for having being said.. Fears, frustrations, confusion, am i a coward? Am I a terrible person now? I must be crazy,horrible,a monster, or terribly good.... Authentic,true being, kind, compassionate, And if so ,what now How can I , How could you? So many things ....and these things... Be they experiences or true feelings over things.. Not allowing these things to be spoken.. Heard by themselves...suits me out.... Then their soul... It's like a dump truck of thoughts.. Feelings and emotions are overturned and really upon me.. And all this ...this weight ..covers me.. And forces me to go hard.. To just deal with this ever rising and increasing weight ..load..God it's heavy And then I come around Most never are really aware this has even happened