No one understands

You know what
I mean,
When I say
That I have nothing
To say to you.

You know that
I'm weak,
Like one just born,
That doesn't talk,
Just acts.

I cry,
When I hurt,
But you don't understand,
Just like many others,
Who think they know.

I don't have to love you,
But I choose to
Because my heart is too nice,
Too understanding,
It doesn't know how to let go.

Someday,
My heart will become free,
Just you see,
It will gallop free,
With the wind by the side.