It's just a thought.

Bits and pieces of affection
Point me in the direction
Of losing all of my protection
From Neglect

While I write my words, unheard
In silence of explosions of thoughts
In the final end confusing
Contradicting each part of thinking

Hiding from my truth and minding only
That thoughts of you are left unharmed
Unbroken, untouched, unspoken

Breaking under the burden
Of faking reality, making my way
Through the fog of my mind
And taking in all it's uncertainties

Unaware of all untold and unseen
Grows the awareness of
Wrong impressions, unclear confessions
And battles won by the piercing dagger of memory

In my bubble I remain
Clearly contradictory and
Confusingly unclear.