Should I confront the unsaid words?

Written below the agenda

Or just continue on the path

Masked like the perfect pretender

That this fancy is seen by all and rightfully true

Please

Cause I can’t seem to be clear on what to do

Disappear into the wind

Will this work

Or will I just get swept up again

And make things worst

Or just sit alone to my self

Engulfed in a verse

To the right song 

that I know wasn't' composed just for me

So how could it be written so perfectly?

And tell my story

To the pictures dancing around in my head

Of all the words

Said an unsaid but real

But even out loud

Never lost it’s appear

Damn what’s the deal?

And why inside this hurricane

Can I still feel?

Like a doll baby

Dangling covered in pink string

Out of my element

Riding on a ring

A dazed puppet

Inside the misty brown lining

Of your eyes

Can I let go?