Doth I Protest too much

Doth I protest too much? doth I address to much of whats left on a broken conscious and shattered heart that beats in broken pieces. doth i protect too much every secrets ive been dying to share every whispered words ive been trying to yell.and so ill always shed tears that you will never comprehend and make love to these fears that you will never try to bend or break me free from as deed done in dark light and blind light give birth to my silent pain tell as i write it all down, Doth I protest too much?Doth I love too much? Like obese doves bathing in obscene love, surviving on raw emotions. Love?? I think im a bit too immature for it, think im a bit too insecure for it or may a little too impure for it and as inpour these over flowing feeling into an imaginary heart heart tell me?Collaborating cleverly with these confined feelings I fear I've only been dangerously on the edge of loving love.

Freedom from unique

Unique in my ears sounds the same as outcast since the pain just outlast every word of deflection that came from those lips, came from lost tips of this ignored cerbral confession that left me with one question What is this heart used for?when will this pain do more then hurt and less then damage the memories of a space that was once meant for the heart? When words meant for heart break only fall on hollow spaces does this evolution of fornicated pain and progress elevate me to a god.Wise words to an inconcievable perception is only as useful as a picture of food to this starving thing I've become. I'm afraid to be alone but I'm too afraid to trust anyone. Tell me, someone what is this heart used for?  how is this art useful? to bring glory to a god just as lonely as me. My fears have become the only unique thing I see through shed tears and savage manuscripts ripped out of the lost depths of my soul.I want to fade into the background, I want to be dissolved by mediocrity and enveloped by meaninglessness. I want a chance at normalcy without the effects of complex thinking or being. Evaporate this ever so pointless me classified as unique and replace it with the common and mundane version of me because im too afraid of the truth locked within this "unique" destiny. Tell me, is there freedom from the unique?