Mind is filling overflowing
Can't contain the thoughts keep growing
One by one they start to flow
Then two and three the groups just grow
So many thoughts jumbled inside
Can't control them easier to hide
Hidden from the world, the true me
Where am I headed what's to be
Day by day I try to please
Misunderstood like a disease
Looking around trying to find
How could I go wrong being so kind
I search my past and realize
Its all a mask a clever disguise
I set out to find what it means
To be the me the to the world unseen
In my past I find no me
Just a little more uncertainty
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Very impressive for a person of your age to command wisdom of a much senior person. outstanding write. Well done Bryan