I Bear

I bear a pain and care it Wholeheartedly, because It gives me a solitude and Builds a solitary forest In my loneliness. I talk alone and share My innermost strain. He is this, she is that, And how they explain Me and my mind's grain. In stillness, I rear up pain. There are many things, Misunderstandings which I can not ever mend. Life is a sad saga But not to share with anyone Known, unknown, bosom Or dear friends. My one pain will thrive In multitudes and the Birth of thousand words are Tough to control or maintain. I'm a lonely heart, Not understandable by Anyone except my reared pain, Alias my only one friend.