Inner Poems of a Nocturnal Introvert

Sometimes words are difficult to express. And then like the flip of a switch it's like a lock was undone and a freedom arises to explore yourself but yet not quite with the rest of the world. Every day it's that same fight. Every night it's that same frustration. Poetry and journaling I found to be my main way to truly get my actual emotion out. But all anyone sees is what I feel is safe. Also my true self but just not quite. Finally I want my words to mean something. Maybe just to me or maybe to others. Either way...here they are.