the alliterative T poem

There is something
That I want to tell to all who I know
That I want to write and shout and sing
Though I know of the power of words
The power of giving away something so deep and my own
That it can seize to exist and vanish just as I say it
That it can make it all go away and cause my happiness to perish
There is a reason why I don't tell it or write it or shout it or sing it, I am afraid
That it might go away
Though I believe, writing it here, could do no harm
That is, I think this time it can be
That this time it could be real
That it is possible for me, that it could happen, and it just might,
That things are going well so far, and funnily, I don't know what to do
Things have never reached this far and I am so used to misery and loneliness
This situation is a stranger to me
Thus I fear, I fear hope, I fear failure, I feel the perish of my own heart and happiness
Traveling from my mind down into my soul there is something that is happening that is new
This is what I want to shout. I think this time it might be.
This time it is possible, and my hopes and dreams may conquer the misfortune
That this world ruled by irony always threw upon me