Hidden information
Stuck in my head

I do not get it out because the chaos takes the lead.
Get a half understanding and a laugh to please
I want to give you whole but I don't know what that means.

I want to be great
But you keep me delayed

I could tell you what is
You would hear
I could show you what is
You would see
I could let you feel what is
You would feel
But with the right combination of sensation
You would be maybe deeper touched
You would maybe understand

Disgusted
By the truth
Of escaping
My youth

But maybe
surprises
in the future
may arise
And maybe I
will be walking again
in paradise

I felt lost
Left alone
My mind began to rattle
when it grew.
It became a so-called 'puberty brain'.
Doubt came up in every vein
It said 'hello' to the 'happiness reign'
and defeated it.
And I felt left alone
having a dialogue
with my separated brain.

gluing life together
using poetry for that matter