I have so many

dreams in my ******  head.

They swell and flow and

jumble all at once trying to get out.

Creatures of my design

I have colors dripping from walls in my mind

Walls the lock me from my own kind

I stumble and fall and bruise my ego

On every little slipup

Every little conversation

The words are there on the tip of my tongue

They sit and rot

And then they become the words I should have said but forgot

There is a world I want to show

To let out and have it freely mingle

But there is a wall between me and

What I want to be.

It casts a shadow and I droop from lack of sun

people start to say I am not very much fun

It casts a shadow and dulls the colors

Kills the creatures of my mind

I watch them die all the time.