Though I know...

Alone in the crowd,
With my loved ones,
with me.
But, when I look around,
I find no one,
beside me.
I don't say they don't care for me,
But I do feel that they just bear me.
Maybe, something is wrong with me.
Though I don't want it to be.
I don't want to express myself,
Though,
I know it would be good,
for thyself.
Expressing myself is something - I fear.
And in that fear, I believe!