Written October 19, 2010*

There's a lot on my mind
That I can't seem to find.
Hidden under useless thoughts
I guess...
It's overcrowded, spilling out.
With Everything,
And the things I need to figure out.

Nothing's clear, and what I fear
Is that it's you,
That's stopping me from being who
I really, truly want to be.
Stopping me
From being really, truly at peace.

But that's not something
That I'm willing to admit.
Not just yet, at least.