Delicate Complications

Standing on a dock
Looking for my reflection
Hoping it doesn't get angry
Trying to prevent any aggression
Started to walk a trail
Thinking of my forever fails
Confusing like a fish drowning
Minus the scales...
Went for a drive
Remembering the crash
I have allot of lies saved up
It's like a secret stash
I started to slow down
Parked in a silent lot
I tilted my head back on the seat
Then screamed everything I forgot
I've become so fragile
And so difficult
I'm falling behind
And it's all my fault
Stuck at rock bottom
Crawling up the stairs
I can never reach the top
Why does it seem so rare?
I'm a walking sensitive subject
I'm a nightmare needing a dream
Wanting to fill in the hole
Of a heart I truly need
I'll try to shake off the worst
But I would have to be gentle
All I have now is a few thoughts
With ripped up paper and a broken pencil.