Thoughts that linger you can't figure.

A mind filled with mine fields, explosions going off every minute ,every second because my mind feels. Society doesn't understand me makes me think I'm part of the world's ills, they can't comprehend what is going on in my head so I keep it sealed.  From the moment the sparrows start singing at dawn, I dance to the tune of my intrusive thoughts and insecurities, even with that an arrow punctures my lungs, ask myself how do I still breath and still stand on my feet? Feeling deprived not only of fresh air but love, for I've always imagined I'd have a heir but what's they to inherit from a would be father who despises himself? So one has to be fair, "nobody cares" humans have misplaced their values, we cherish a pearl more than we do a pal. Their eyes glare at you as you walk the streets, making you feel bare naked, their voices whisper so loud you can hear every word hit your ear drum, walking a short distance what seems like a mundane tusk seems difficult making that narrow road feel like stretched out fresh  gum, and all you desire is peace like a monk, but you can not find such because the is a part in your temple that's at war with itself, you know it's frivolous trying to engage in external battle but can't conquer the one within, for it just a projection of what's going in the mind, we might be different in our personas but we are of the same kind,  seek you shall find but not all is you see shine is bright, cautious in that search you might go blind, so be mild to he who you want to know but dislike for he might carry a bow that pierce your mind.With the same arrow that pierced his lungs, then what hope is there for humanity ?  So do not poke those who are trying to cope. They fear what they do not know, including you who'd like to see him choke.