Fragile

In a white room
Pale and placid
I trace the walls
With my hunger
For the knowledge of myself
In a maze
Cloudy with the mists
Of my confusion
In a transparent world
Which I call my own
And yet still I cannot see through
My eyes find clarity
With the scent of closure
For the things I cannot explain
Pushing through the holds
Of breaking from those
Who don't understand
I close my eyes
And all that is left
Is the realization
That everything is breakable
I separate from the frustration
Wishing to be forgetful
Of my weariness
Of holding it together
I am tired