I want to rant about everything.

I want to vent about nothing.

But I can't.

I shan't.

Because they you would mock me.

Because then you would see.

In my stuttering words and trembling voice.

That I have no choice.

But to race through my confused mind.

For emotions that I cannot find,

Or comprehend.

It has no end.

My constant searching.

Of things that seem to be perching.

Just beyond my reach.

And so I long to launch into an angry speech.

In a hope that in my tumbling phrase.

I might find the map to the maze.

That is my emotions.

And my very notions.