My mind blisters,
From the thoughts it contains.
To formulate their verbal representation,
I'd be tasked to break the restraints.
But what an arduous task,
To release such material.
When the thoughts are masked by cobwebs,
Made from freshly cut steel.
Now don't find it unjust,
That my words stay contained.
I yearn to share with you my mind,
But my will has been drained.
To encounter dismissal,
With my newly-found hope,
Holds the excess thoughts hostage,
In bitter pursuit to cope.
My faulty thoughts have become rejects.
