Lost In Translation

What can I tell you

about how I feel?

I can express I'm aware of every emotion,

And I know I need to heal.

I can tell you exactly where they came from

and what exactly caused them.

I can describe how they're so unbearably painful

and that I'm working to resolve them

I can explain in the most poetic and lyrically gifted way

how hard it is to face my emotions,

each and every day.

I can weave my words on how I feel,

in ways that nobody can say

Just to make you comprehend the stress

that my mind and body pays

I'm a thousand miles from my own words.

But the first to understand

It's like I'm fixing you a puzzle,

but the pieces are too far 

from my reaching hand.

It's like I'm writing you a story,

but run out of ink to write the end.

It's like I'm without a paintbrush

trying to paint an image in your head

So although I'm self-aware

of every emotion that I've expressed

I'd rather be completely clueless,

and unaware instead.

Even though I can explain my emotions

Down to the finite and the specifics,

Even though

I can admit that I know

I've become undone and feel unfinished,

this entire time

I know you've tried,

but there's a point that you've been missing.

I want so badly to feel completed,

but the tools required 

...are non-existent.