My wild brain scatters thoughts
throughout the junkyard of my mind.
And when I try to fathom them,
I stand to lose all that is me.

If I can wear them down,
discover them, their meaning,
somewhere in the savage garden
of raw emotion and stilted pain.

What will I find?
An everchanging jamboree.
Kaleidoscope, you know that's me.

But sometimes I'm afraid,
deathly afraid, of feelings.
Hide them out of sight.

But if I unlock the door,
I'll open up so wide there's nothing
you won't see.