Emotional Things

In a noisy city I scream for silence

In a silent field I'm craving for just

A simple creature to creep.

When there are no entertainers or

distractors away from reality

Or should I say when my smartphone

is dead.

I'm left with just me.

A puzzle I can't seem to put together

A strange looking painting that the

artist from up above splattered on the

canvas of life.

I think too much.

I'm often taken on reluctant journeys.

Behind the happy lushious thoughts

And pretty smiles.

I'm taken

to my insecurities

my regrets.

Remebering when I looked in the mirror

ashamed of the cracks and holes.

Remembering the times I yelled,

lashing my pain out on you.

Remembering the negative comments about me.

My mind is a box full of random things

when left alone i think of emotional things.