How Frustrating

I swallow my words,
Wallow in self pity,
Wish people would simply,
Go Away,
I sometimes ponder
Should I tell him the truth,
That in my dream,
Where I was alone,
Where I couldn't find anyone,
I'd been looking for him,
And I couldn't see him,
Couldn't find him,
So alone.
How expected.
So misunderstood.
How frustrating.