I don't know how to say it,
I don't know how to just give my feelings wings and let them fly out of my mouth,
I've taught myself how to shape them into words,
Words that at least come closer to their intensity but never really fully translate them.
I've learnt how to scratch them on paper,
Edit them till no glimmer of me is left,
Till they talk about someone who is not me but still me,only I can tell the last part.
I've taught my writings to tell the tales of a being that no one knows,stories of a stranger who feels because that is not me.
I have not been me in so long,.
I am Me's greatest enemy.