Questioning Myself...

When I can't explain what I'm trying to explain it bothers me. Now that is me watering it down when in actuality it floods me. With questions of interpretation, maybe its cultural division, a gender difference or relatable to one's occupation. Cause I know I'm putting it, in its simplicity but the way that they are not getting it causes me to have anxiety. I want to beat it in them , like the dead horse , but of course the the more I try I lose thought and veer off course. Until I myself have lost my thoughts and without a way to find my original source. See as my brain battles my bones rattle and I feel affects in my health and it's one thing to walk away feeling stupid but another to walk away questioning ones self.