Author: TheBoredBecky PM
The title says it all, just a poem about trying to figure out what the hell you're feelingRated: Fiction K - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 110 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-20-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3015035
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I want to rant about everything.
I want to vent about nothing.
But I can'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,
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.