Things
If only I could find words to speak
Instead of being afraid of the dark.
Where my fears tend to exaggerate my overthinking.
I don't understand this punishment you've kept me in.
These feelings are a jumbled up mess of nonsense
That's making my head spin.
I want to tell you about these things,
but I can't interpret my thinking.
There's a jar with my name on it.
One by one it's filled with memories and
lovely things that could be with you and me.
The jar stays sealed shut with a slit at the top.
It won't open.
Only things can be put inside.
Nothing can be taken out.
It'll just be a jar of hopeless want-to-be's,
wishes, and will never be's.
That will never be released.
Because I don't have the key.
I don't have the strength to let these things free.
It's slowly destroying me.
I don't have the ability to speak what's being put inside.
They're mines, but I can't utter the meaning of these things.
