Alone again.
Stranded with my thoughts.
Captive to my shadow.
Tied to my insecurities.
This monster that won't set me free.

How could this be?
When did I get trapped here?
When did I let go, and give control to fear?
When did I start to mask it?
When did I start to fake it?
I'm so exhausted, I don't if I can take it.

Do I even have a choice?
Does anyone ever hear my voice?
People see me talking, but i guess it's just a bunch of noise.

Nobody knows what's going on underneath the surface.
I painted a pretty picture, yeah I did that shit on purpose.
I didn't think that I was worth it.
To ever let anyone inside.
Now I'm clinging onto this world, hoping to feel alive.

© Cassandra A.D.J