The Words Left Unsaid-Poems

Communicate

I don't know how to feel.

I want to ask someone about it, but there's no more space in the room for words.

So I'll just go back into my head and say it there.

Can someone help me see my future?

Nobody would answer.

The world doesn't owe me an answer. It already used stardust and the purest of water and snow to create me.

I just wish I could find my way and give something back.