Like a child I am crying because I cant explain
I have no language
and besides, language would strangle my truth.
I can niether organize or fit the way I feel into words.
Ive tried it, it doesn't work
It makes me believe I can put the unexplainable into perspective
Validating
I don't want to try to be modern any more than try to be old
I don't want to try to do anything considered ' fitting '
The only place I fit perfectly is myself inside myself.
Yet I am crying because I cant explain and something inside me wants to get out
Perhaps, like a child, I have become too small for myself.
myself inside myself
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Some quite convolutive ideas revolving here regarding the eternal problems of communication and of 'fitting in'. A clever poem enjoyable to read.
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that was awesome! i can identify with this piece. i too feel like i live inside my head. but like the speaker i want to break free of everything, to be free. living in one's head can be really damn lonely.
"the kids today, they got nothing to say. they got nothing to say because they taught 'em that way."-Anton A. Newcombe