I am bound-
by my need to be profound.
I should decapitate my lines,
for rhymes and sound.
Simplicity; a good way of writing,
Complexity; a better way of hiding?

I do not know if I want only a select few to comprehend,
or if I am afraid that someone might understand.
either way it feels like I do not want to share my story,
of; if you remember, long lost glory,
so why do I go on writing?
why do I want people to read it?
I do not know.

if only there was someone I could speak with,
someone a little less afraid of being a person.
if only I could ask them what my problem was,
if only I could believe they’d listen to it-
not half-hearted.