Suffocating inside

It's strange how you are 

Totally different from what 

You were some months ago, 

When we met,

And I couldn't tell if 

This is how you are,

Or have I lost the real you?

I wish I could have you back.

So when I say I've loved you,

It doesn't mean I no more love you,

But I mean I still love the 

Person you were before,

And I couldn't love the new you now

Every time I'm with you,

I miss the old you even more!

Yet you still ask

"Why an introvert?"

Well,

I wore truth in my eyes, 

Wrapped in my words, 

in tales of pleasures and pain,

But you could never see it,

Or cared to listen, and told

To talk about it later, again.

So next time I walked in slow,

To let you know how I felt,

Through what I'm going through,

How things are messed up,

and how I dealt.

But you were too busy with your story,

And barely had time to listen,

So I started to hide my pleasure,

Sorrow, scars all under my skin.

I made silence my language,

And never really told people 

What I'm going through,

Now you wonder why you 

hear less from me,

About how I've been and the things I do.

But I was compelled to build walls around it,

When I could find no one to confide,

And now I'm afraid to break them down,

Even though I'm suffocating inside.