Collision

There isn't enough room in this world for me
my thoughts stretch OuTsIdE the person I can be;
it's like I was born in an alternate reality
and I refuse to see the way they see...

I'm not afraid of falling in love.
I'm afraid of never feeling
what I all ready felt -
what was all ready more than enough.

I wish to convey the thoughts in my head
in a way that makes sense
but with every carefully selected word
comes somebody else's judgment.

How can anyone articulate
their motives, their emotions
when we all look at the same
language of words with different notions?