Explanation

So my poetry has died
It's as if my brain has fried
Ridiculous rhymes collide

Just a warning to those that read the poem that it's not glamorous, it's not routine, plus I spent five minutes on it... I really just wrote it for the same of writing it. So... doesn't necessarily make sense and my mind kinda jumps about.

No more want to listen
I'm just tired of being the silent one that is invisible. I dunno... like, this is the life I chose, and I continue to choose, but I've realized I need to talk more and I'm changing...
The stars continue to glisten
Life around me continues without notice of the changes going on within me.

No one knows me anymore
Again... I'm changing, which means no one... much less me, knows really who I am.

The gap is seeping through
A paradox in a way... not quite, but almost. A gap is lack of substance, lack of substance can't really seep... however, the gap can grow so in a way it seeps through material by removing it. It's that I'm a paradox. No one knows me... in my mind is a paradox. See.... I think people know me... and then, all of a sudden I realize they haven't a clue of who I am.... doesn't seem possible to me.... but it is.

You wouldn't say that it was true
Just an extention of the last line and that explanation.

No more thinking of love
It is said that you can't love someone when you don't know who you are... relationships are out of the question when I'm changing and we would grow apart. The people I used to find attractive no longer are.

It's nothing you would write of
My struggles aren't worth extra attention. I think that's how it should be. Those that are truly in hardship need it more than me. I'm important in my own small world. That's more than I need.

I'm just one you are above.
I'm not explaining that one. That was just for me.