Analysis of Spiritual jargon

They hate those words

That might set them free

I'm lost in a forest

Out to sea

I'm still just a child

In a world so big

Not knowing where to turn

Not knowing when to speak

The spiritual world got me all messed up

I thought I knew something

I'm actually stuck

My head is swimming

With a thousand little thoughts

Even though outside of me

People are distraught

My beliefs won't change anything

But they never die

They're stuck in my head

And they make me dry

I can't speak to others

I don't know what to say

At a point I knew everything

Now it's just decayed

Into a million little pieces

Of who I once was

I've regressed to the point of innocence

Yet I'm still so lost

I'm no good at poetry

I can't write worth a damn

I stretch and try and push

And it still comes out like garbage

I wish I was smart like the others

I try so hard

They all know more than me now

I'm tired and charred

Like a log set ablaze

By its own dying ember

Maybe someday I'll realize

What it's like to remember