I've sought endlessly for beauty in life

Seen it in questions and intricate weavings of their 

Puzzling, fragmented answers

Pieced together with words of silken gold

Or whatever the **** 


What the **** is silken gold to a word?

It sounds pretty


It could be argued to be

A delicate thing, so precious and thinning

Wrapped closely around itself

Building its tensile strength

Creating a thread which can hold the weight of woes


But did I ******* say that?

That's not what I was thinking at the time

It was just something to say

I don't really know how to express my emotions clearly

Everyone else seems to understand them, when I describe it

But to me it always comes off as nonsense


I'm jealous of the simple poets

Who write about what happened to them today

And actually get to cry about it


I don't

Maybe if I could, I'd understand what I'm feeling

But right now it just hurts to feel so alone

Having nobody who knows me

Just because I'm inept