Musing through murmurs   
I falter when I'm confronted   
Awkwardness becomes me 
Gazing into twin mirrors
I wonder, if complexity truly is me.

My inner turmoil is the perfect foil 
Makes me a prisoner to the shield in my eyes 
Audible glances, say so much unexpected 
Wither are the words to show
When all I want is, is to grow.