Thoughts of Mine

Huddled and cuddled by my own thoughts,

A damp, dark, desolate place, my thoughts - my shelter,

Why can't they understand me?

Why don't they see?

All I do is speak from my thoughts and heart,

Yet still, they don't understand my part,

I start out small,

Hoping to be tall,

With my thoughts as my friend,

To shine in this world,

With my thoughts as rain,

To cover this road of holes,

My thoughts block my brain ...

Frantic and worries and more,

With my thoughts as my home,

To block those leaks,

To build those bricks,

The thoughts that bring me to who I am today