"The Interior"

These thoughts are just spilling out of my head,
falling from my fingers,
caught in the net of the paper.
Thoughts that I don't want anyone else to know;
but they'll find out anyway.

The dam has finally broken,
nothing can hold it back.
The water is raining over my thoughts,
my mind is confused and jumbled...
I'm trying to sort it out.

My ideas are scattered about me
like crumpled balls of paper.
Thrown out beliefs, worthless memoirs,
nothing is good enough.
I can't find a suitable delusion.

Now I give up, I'll let it all out,
all the things that I've kept inside.
all the sorrow, and all the regrets,
and most of all the lies.

(No matter how much I write,
I still don't understand.)

~*~