The Unwritten Silence in my Sky (A Parade of Poetry)

I exist in my head. I know when everyone else looks at me, all they see is a scattered, translucent girl who exists in harmony only with her mind. Reality is not my forte. So this is how I deal with it. I write down all my strange and terrible thoughts here. So that maybe I can eventually remember and understand. Or maybe I'm trying to create something that I can pretend is permanent. How am I supposed to understand myself? Maybe, if I write these things down… maybe if I put it somewhere, someday I might be able to put the pieces together. Length is my issue. My poems, they either stretch out beyond my control, or they just chug along for a short time before sputtering and dying. I'm sorry.