Sometimes I catch myself feeling--
something strangely indescribable
It's like--no matter the words I use to describe it,
they will never be enough--
to express it to its fullest extent
It's better to just let your body move together with--
the shallow currents of your overflowing emotions
It's better to just let your mind wander--
forever lost in the hollowed echoes of the catacombs
It's better to let your hands be guided--
by the puppet strings visible to only you
But if you keep yourself chained--
all you ever will be is a doll left unnamed
Sometimes I catch myself wondering why--
I seem to hurt myself with--
expectations I will never be able to meet
It hurts, but I just can't stop--
So I keep wondering--
Why?
Just why?
A poem left unfinished...