i talk in riddles and metaphors
that are never quite understood
i'm sorry
it's the only way i know how
to express the depth of my emotions
is unspeakable - a taboo
the words won't come
and when the words do
i keep them
inside
tucking them so deep
they're never found
it's better to forget
then remember after all
it's better to ignore
then pay attention
but perhaps it isn't
maybe it's just me
running away all over again
unable to face it -
the stark reality of the feelings
that threaten to crush the very
core of my soul
or perhaps i have no wish to face it
after all,
the dreams i've conjured in my head
happen to be prettier then the
reality that is set before me
well, as pretty as it can get,
until it turns to a nightmare
and i'm left feeling lost
and empty
all over again
