Empty in Silence or drowning in distraction.
Too much and not enough.
I don’t know how to come clean.
It’s been brought to my attention that my path isn’t appreciated,
Stepping on too many toes.
Outspoken with or without direct distinction,
It’s in the air.
Why can’t I figure out why this matters?
Quarantined.
You’re unsafe, for others.
Neglected
I can’t bear to look at you.
Eyes turn
Lost.
Where do I purge my thoughts.
Instead of caring. Or wishing. I give up.
I’ve shot down my own ships
I’m not small, but I’m not all always strong.
I look for a distraction.
A compass spinning me anywhere out of here.
Lying in honor.
Dreaming in scale.
It’s like you see right through me
But even though you see the truth, you wont believe.
Dry as dirt, we can’t bring ourselves to speak freely, clearly.
We’re not rhyming, we’re hiding.
Drawing blinds and figuring we’ve got all we need.
Knowing, and I still can’t tell you how I feel.
A feeling, rather than a creature.
A beast of desire and influence
Rather than
A instrument of harmony and motivation.
Dragged to drown by my own undertow.
What I want. What I wont let myself have.
I ask without telling. Locked rocks in my gut but still going swimming.
I know I’m not ready.
