Confusing Efforts

Coming undone,
Losing grip.
Imagining the feeling,
Rearranged into script.

So hard to explain,
In my own eyes.
To show you how,
I love and despise.

Confusing efforts,
All around my space.
The pain I am feeling,
Hardly shows on my face.

I do not understand,
Why I am so unique.
That no one can define me,
That no one can see.

I don't know how to tell you,
In words that you cannot pronounce.
Who I am on the inside,
And how I've always felt.

Coming undone,
Losing grip.
Imagining the feeling,
Rearranged into script...

"To learn who I am, I must know myself. I am an unfinished puzzle, and a book far from it's shelf."

-Elizabeth-