I have so much inside my tiny head
So much that I can't speak, I can't keep.
So much of hustle bustle and noise
like engine of a long train running restless
My mind… my mind is full of thoughts.
Thoughts that can make me vulnerable
In the predaceous eyes of my "friends"
I, most of the time struggle to keep mum
With thousands of voice popping-up
Shooting out incessantly like a machine gun
But in the pith of my brain it's all dark.
Dark and empty like the new moon's night
And a lost soul wandering around, seeking light
Without realizing that the spark is within
And the lost soul can be its own sun.
Striding through the dark, discovering new path
Perhaps, all I need to do is silence the voices
Arising in my mind, suffocating it in the dark
And start a scintillating conversation with my heart.