a lesson learned.

often i feel like i am crawling out of my skin
as i am waiting tor the shower to collapse,
the bedroom floor to fall through.
i just close my eyes
and wait for it to be over.
most of my thoughts escape me
because they could never become
spoken, or written words,
as if i think in another language.
once it’s thought, it’s gone
and i move on to another thought
that makes me a different person.
then there are the things i would
never write down, for fear that another person
would know my thoughts, my feelings,
because then they may misinterpret who i was.
but in the long run maybe those are the exact things
that make me who i am.

and i guess that’s why you will never know me.