Depth.

The depths of things.
Never really knew existed,
Stories still run through my mind,
Things which could be written,
But arnt, because of the fear of them being misinterpreted,
Cant seem to get the same kind of meaning into these things anymore,
Mainly because, theres nothing deep running though this mind of mine,
I read other peoples, looked at one recently, the message was easy to see.

Yes mum, maybe you should take me to one of them places,
Same thoughts going through my head, how if you had any idea what i think about, if you could hear, my thoughts as you place the plates in front of me, my thoughts at the end of the day, wondeirng if I'm hungry or not, and if I'm not then Ive eaten too much.
There's a part of me telling me that there's something not right, but the other side, is saying there's nothing wrong, carry on. I'm stuck i cant handle people telling me things how I'm perfectly fine, couldn't help but want to argue with him yesterday about the whole thing.