My Untold Story
I'm confused between my mind and my heart, Some mixed feelings; completing me or tearing apart. I'm unsure of what has happened but I have a clue, Yet I left it as an unchecked view. Because I know the outcome or maybe I'm scared? Or I like to keep my door covered not bared. Or I haven't thought about it and like to keep it that way, Or I have thought it long enough and don't like to say, With incompleteness in my eyes, heaviness in my soul, With lost capability to think and chaotic control, I take sigh and think about my story, still untold.