I have realized today
That what I have to say
Is nothing to any other
Not even my own mother

It isn't their fault though
It's intricate what I sew
My life's emotions and tales
Locked in my mind's own jails

Even with the upmost of care
Another soul should not even dare
To unravel my own simplicities
Let alone the plentiful intricacies

It's as if they're interrupting me
From figuring out what the key
Of my own personality may be
First I must understand myself-me

I apologize to all those who try
But All I need is a simple comply
To give me silence and peace
As I place my puzzle's piece

One day I might finally be whole
But I worry about its possible toll
On the life I could've had
how the reality comes quite sad

If I'm lucky in my life
I'll have time to cure the strife
With those humans who had tried
But their efforts and attempts died

But I'm an unlucky man
Which horribly bids no plan
For I will die incomplete
Not an uncommon feat.