Enclosed within a vagrant expression
Contemplating the outcome of It's social reply
Thought patterns hinder my dormant intuition
A speechless absurdity and the feedback I deny
Passively containing a rant of insanity
Left with naught but the extent of my vanity

An articulate diction holds no worth in the shy
Hesitantly pondering if the words will come out right
Choking on the pretense failure of what I don't apply
A decomposition of deductions may cause some delight
,but what is the purpose when I fail to confide?
All the comprehension and reflection that I hold inside?