Analysis of Untitled

I wanted to talk about it
I wanted to scream
I wanted to yell
I wanted to shout all about it
but all I could do is whisper
I'm fine
The soreness of the muscles in my body
could never amount to the the pain that I feel in my heart
we try to hide our feelings
but we forget that our eyes speak
and what do they say?
if you can imagine it you can create it
you can dream it and you can become it
unless you're me