Dear Micah,

You aren't alone here
If you would stop spreading
Your worry and fear
Stop shouting in your capacious
Mind, you may hear
The world on the outside,
Too busy to care
About pasts, faults, and promises
Silence makes it clear
That we all hurt in our chest
And have burdens to bear
But if we see each other,
Honest, open, and aware
Of our similarities, our familiarity
You could remove that mask you wear
Painted with a sterness, a lovelessness
A defense you hold dear
And be open to possibility, to relatability
Your next frontier
I think you realize your true nature
Is to be positive, present, and here
Take off your gear