So I sit alone in this place in which i call home,
home the place where I should feel comfort but still...
I feel alone
most importantly not like my self
the mask has fooled even me
and you know what else
these emotions are what seems to be confusing me
what I feel? what is real?
my determination to lose this feeling has become exhaustion
and rest seems like the unreachable option
cant sleep and can't think
wait yes I can think but my temper hits the brink
as I slowly sink
and fade into the background
looking for a way closer to you
I AM SCREAMING
but I don't think you can hear me
Begging for help
but I dont think you can see me.
Now come please
leave us be
so you can see the real me
wipe this slate clean
I need to be me.