What can I tell you About how I feel? I can express I'm aware of every emotion, And I know I need to heal. I can tell you exactly where they came from And what exactly caused them. I can describe how they're so unbearably painful And that I'm working to resolve them I can explain in the most poetic and lyrically gifted way How hard it is to face my emotions, Each and every day. I can weave my words on how I feel, In ways that nobody can say Just to make you comprehend the stress That my mind and body pays
I’m a thousand miles from my own words But the first to understand It's like I'm fixing you a puzzle, But the pieces are too far from my reaching hand. It's like I'm writing you a story, But run out of ink to write the end. It's like I'm without a paintbrush Trying to paint an image in your head
So although I'm self-aware Of every emotion that I've expressed I'd rather be completely clueless, And unaware instead.
Even though I can explain my emotions Down to the finite and the specifics, Even though I can admit that I know I've become undone and feel unfinished, This entire time I know you've tried, But there's a point that you've been missing. I want so badly to feel completed, But the tools required
I feel everyone has a hard time expressing their emotions or even admitting or knowing that they need healing. What I find even harder, being VERY self-aware of what's going on or knowing that things need to get better, and then you don't know how. That *****. This is for everyone lost in their own translation