Clouded Thoughts

These monsters creep me out I'm about to throw this all out wasting it all? Wasting my time? Why all you do is complain, I've yet to hear you say- something worth while something believable you talk as if you're the only thing that walks, thinks, breaths, and I feel for you. I feel this funny sympathy, the kind that reaches into your skull, so dense and full- of thoughts and actions glimpses of memories, those flashes- they repeat, your almost empty now, ain't leaving til you understand that though i'm full of missing pieces- to a puzzle I don't need help fitting them together. So dense, in depth, disasters rebeginning you don't know that your winning cause I don't admit, yet I don't lie and it took me this long to wonder why