My good sense can be the master of my human life.
To trust myself, over the most esteemed of issues can only result in suicide. 
My skull's jumbled in my emotions, split and conquer and divide.
But please know that just because I speak in the simplest tone, to help me understand is like you not knowing that what I feel is not what is shown. 
I scoff,
for you knowing nothing about the rains and the clouds, the downs and downs. 
You're ever present like that "scream without a sound." But for what reason? 
Why do you stand to my right,
behind the shoulder? 
Why do you peer at me through the reflection within,
an empty shudder. 
Touch if you'd like, but you'll never feel me.
Because of my limits,
because I am bound by these words that can only confine and never free...what do I say then to such a prison?

08.20.03