Because no one understands 

and I just want to sink.

I stay up all night dreaming while I think.

I'm so bitter, so salty

I've grown to love the taste.

It's called self-resignment

you can see it in my face.

 

Conceited smile, I betrayed compassion.

I'm like a loose cannon that someone has to fasten.

Trivial, trivial, life's long interaction.

I speak to myself I am my own faction. 

My feelings inside are pent up like a dove. 

But I don't know my feelings my mind is 

push-and-shove.

 

What is truth, what is truth? Will I ever know?

It's bound up somewhere, will it ever show?

I outthink existence, guess I'm one of those people.  

What does that even mean?

I can't take it

My questioning breaks me at the seams.

Spontaneous bits--my mind describes itself.

But when I think I can't think I put my thoughts on the shelf.

 

It's therapeutic, you know? Writing that is.

I feel better now and that's why I'll 

Stop.