Can't you see?
Can't you see that I want to?
I want to sing, talk, show you my thoughts?
My thoughts, crowded in my head,
flowing, spilling down,
Down to my mouth, longing to be told to the world...
But the world has swept them away so often that I'm afraid..
I'm afraid that you'll sweep them away too....

My thoughts are broken,
shattered, crumbling into intricate spiderwebs
that stretch out forever..
Too delicate for my crude hands, my crude self.
So I hide them,
Hide them in the crevices of my soul, and weep.
Weep, because I can never make
Anything perfect, whole...

But maybe, just maybe...perhaps...
What's broken can be beautiful too.