Weight of Words

Visibly Invisible

In this mind it feels sometimes foreign.
A mind I've found lately, I've invested more in.

I could write just to get it out,
but confusion takes hold and
my words seem to have all run out.

Am I trying to always escape from it?
Rather detour from reality and compose
some sort of sonnet?

Trying to reside in a world of make believe .
Write down the feelings even I don't understand,
just for the slightest chance someone could see me?