...what is wrong with me

Stop asking me what's wrong!
I might tell you,
and then what?
You will see me differently.
Everything will change.
You cannot help me anyways.
It's sweet of you to want too;
It makes me laugh a little...

I wouldn't know where to begin.
You are asking me to expose
everything I have tried so
hard to hide.
You are asking me to
pour out my pain....
To surrender....

Saying it out loud will
make it more Real;
Not take it away;
Not make it better.

Please stop asking me
what is wrong with me,
because I might tell you,
and we would both
regret it.