The words come closer

I have too much to say, but I can’t say it because I have begun to sing like a bird on this very public forum. Plus, writing school essays where there should be entertaining prose is just bad form. Who wants to read the manicured corners of my mind? Is it all that refreshing to have someone blow hard in your face? No.
Yes, so there are people out there who I can’t talk about on the web. So? I should just up and squeal, but what good would that brings me. Am I afraid? If you were a brain doctor or a shrink of some kind, please email me and tell me what you think of the last few lines. The help would really help. Really. I need to talk this all out because friends have been so unfriendly for the last few weeks and I need to get it all out. They are friends, and this sounds high school, man, I thought I grew up. So nothing can be said about the matter except that my lips are tighter than rap videos and no one is going to hear about what I wrote. They are just going to have to ask me in person about what this is all about.