Behind My Walls

Its like trying to be a butterfly,
But you keep waking up as a worm.
It's like wanting to be a rose,
When you know you're only a fern.

Struggling at the loss of words,
was never the task on hand.
My words have changed to jibberish,
And I see that you dont understand.

It's like trying to teach a child,
that their favorite candy is unhealthy.
It's like explaining to a poor man,
that it is much harder to be wealthy.

The problem is difficult to explain,
if it's spoken in a foreign tongue.
I never meant to keep any secrets,
But to my weaknesses, I have clung.

It's like trying to write a novel,
when you don't know how to read.
It's like searching all the stores,
And never finding the thing you need.

I wont place a brutal expectation,
Because I know it isn't easy to comprehend.
You don't have to make everything perfect,
But I hope you'll willingly have a hand to lend.