See?

You want to know how I feel,
you really want to know?
You keep on saying you do, 
but maybe you don’t.
Maybe you’re just saying that,
for some unlabeled reason.
But if you really want me to tell you,
then sure.
I am shaking,
I am nauseous.
I am anxious,
I am paranoid.
I am depressed,
I am worried.
I am guilty,
I am not crying.
I am regretting,
I am hating.
There are many, many more,
I could go on and on.
But since I’ve told you this,
you’ve been silent.
See?
You didn’t want to know.