Valid Concerns

I see you staring,

Even though your not.

I want to talk to you,

Maybe some other time.

I fear what you think,

If thoughts are what you call those.

I need to cut myself free,

From what... I don't know.

My scars remind me,

Not of you, But of me.

Self-Inflicted, but not in Anger.

Not in pain...

Not in sorrow...

These scars are stories,

"This is what happened."

These memories don't hurt,

They hide.

These thoughts, inside my mind,

Driving me insane, maybe...

These dreams keep coming,

But unwanted; no.

Dreams of Light and Dark.

Never good or evil.

Just one side or the other.

Like my own secret coin.

Flipped into the air,

Awaiting an answer.

From whom?

Fate.

Like the toss of a coin,

I too, pay no attention to rules.

"You must do this"

I refuse.

What I guess I'm saying;

What you should be understanding;

When you finally get the joke;

Nothing could be funnier,

Then what I was thinking when we started.