I wish I knew
Why things are wrapped
I hope they don't
Become entrapped

Bottled up
Is what I feel
Can not someone
Break the seal?

What I want
Is what I can't find
What I need
Is peace of mind

Silence became golden
Serenity is so rare
What I have become
Is a person that stares

My thoughts
Are in disguise
My feelings
Expressed as lies

One of my very first poems
© Schizology