Again

I speak without talking

I look without seeing

I feel without touching

I hurt others without trying

I live in a world of dreams

I amble on but I go nowhere

I am corrosive yet soothing

Crazy with a foul disposition

I want to talk

I want to be interested

I want to be involved

I do not know how to engage you

I cannot communicate, effectively

I cannot convey my thoughts

In a manner that you might understand

I become frustrated

I become angry

I am afraid to commit

I am afraid of being abandoned

I am afraid that my biggest fear is being realized

Again