Inside

I've fallen into the abyss of what seemed imaginative
Damn near parallel to what I've known before
A whole nother world in the alternative
Here is where I am more

This is the reality only I know about
This is where it hurts
This is where I've killed any hope
This is the life only I have failed

Out loud I know who I am
On the internet I see who I am
On paper I feel what I am
But inside I have no idea (of any of it)

I'm nothing but a bunch of broken pieces
Pieces that can be mixed and still match
So who's to tell if I got it right or wrong?
So many different fits

I do know that I'm just a person
I do not know what's supposed to happen next
I do know that life can be a little inconvenient at times
I do not know if I'll live long enough to figure it out

So used to inconsistency
Given the opportunity as a kid to what I wanted
Moving around starting new things
Unfortunate to never being able to finish 

So many different hobbies and interests
That's not the problem
Indecisiveness, impulsiveness, unproductiveness
I would say that's a problem

Big dreams with eyes wide open
No wings to fly
No feet to walk
No mouth to talk

The only thing I have is inside
Inside just thoughts and ideas
My wants and needs
I'm afraid I won't be happy...

...Inside
I can show it all I can outside
But that can only last for so long
I'm afraid I'll just die inside...

Or have I already?