Thinking Out Loud

Sometimes I wish I could think out loud
So you'd know how I felt without apprehension
I know you constantly wonder what's on my mind
About all the thoughts I fail to mention

On the outside I'm reserved, choosing to listen more than speak
But internally there's a war with thoughts that run deep
From reflection to introspection, even fears of regression
And just when my logic chooses words they lose direction

It's a gift and a curse to have the gift to observe
To see things for what they are and people for what they're worth
The gift is in the ability to even have it to observe
And the curse lies in when you can't put it into words

Sharing the contents of your mind tends to come with vulnerability
And potentially you fall subject to rejection and hostility
So for now I'll just think, I promise words eventually
But all the while just know, my conscience is speaking mentally