Waiting for a replacement

I have so many secrets.
They would not understand.
They weren't here when it started.
That you're not here to talk to was definitely unplanned.

I don't think they would accept it.
They shun those more obvious than me.
So I keep on keeping my secrets.
How long? I can't guarantee.

I'm just afraid no one will ever know
what I really am inside.
I wonder if I will ever again find someone like you,
within whom I can confide.

What if I hold it in so long
that I don't know who I really am?
What if I can never find someone,
someone to hold my hand?

All I want is someone to tell,
how I really am feeling right now.
All the crazy, confused, and obsessive things.
And have them love me anyhow.

I dream about that person,
the one I might someday find.
But for now while I am waiting,
within my own head I'm confined.

I will keep reaching out for help,
in all the inconspicuous ways.
I will keep hoping that someone will care enough
to see through just one of these days.