JUST A THOUGHT, REALLY

Staring perplexedly at the laptop and almost piercing
Words searched to depict the thoughts and emotions in play
Not knowing which to bring into the world
Yield them vulnerable to ridicule
Surely it will face the same faith as the others
Taken for everything else but its own gist
Stripped and beaten in a crowd
Confused how they could have taken them differently
Or are they really what they utter they are?
Is it perspective which gave birth to confusion?
How would I know?
Or should I care?
I can spare some exceptions
But I am not really feeling good about this
Worry is something I just can't take no notice of
So worried shall I be then
A lot of things to say now but will rather not
Keep these for myself is what I'll do
Just let time unfold what needs be
Or perhaps what needs be might never be