seriously??

I title my blog entries before I even type... so this one has me shaking my head before even I begin. I am not a very open person, but effort is valued (I am unsure why). I keep nearly everything inside with the greatest of ease, and to cause this well to bubble over may be more difficult than the analogy. I am loved by a few people, and sometimes wish to give it. But it is those times at which I feel I may wish to give it, I... (dramatic effect) I hesitate.
And because of this, or partly due to the short attention span and "now" mentality, people withdraw from me as quickly as they came. Oh, they can be so excited initially, and there excitement excites me to the point where I nearly unleash... so close, but always so reserved. And though I may pine inside, and my face remain stone-carved as effigy- I go on with the toil of light and dark, through day and night. My place is my place, though I may never understand it, and the things I may wish for could be the very things I am never meant for.
In matters of the heart I will always be patient-be sure- because what is bound is bound, and I may hold that more sacred... more tight than my own life.