The person I see, that cant be me.
I'm trapped inside layers upon layers.
Crying out, screaming for help.
Wanting to get out.
I cant touch it, I wont touch it.
If I did I could fall,
So I stay silently in the dark.
Where no one can hear my calls.
A finger, the screaming,
But its screaming with bliss.
Its my source of happiness,
From this mountain of mist.
All is hazy, I cant be seeing right.
The desire for food is gone,
And you are there again,
Haunting me into the night.
Criticism echoes, round my brain
The barriers are broken, like hurricanes.
Lost in the darkness of my own faults,
The person in sight, dying to get out.
If I don't say it allowed, than its cant be true,
I lie to myself and say its not real,
In my head I'm OK but no one else can see,
They all think theres something wrong with me.
I�¢ï¿½ï¿½m scared to face the fact,
That I could easily turn to dust,
The only blame is for myself,
For wanting happiness I could never touch.
Emotions, controlling me
Making me want to hide,
My mind stays distant,
From whats on the outside.
And still now I cant believe,
The reflection staring back
Is not what you can see.
I still cant believe this person is truly me.
Guilt running, the need to destroy
My duration forcing me to seek,
Guidance on an empty plate,
Of stolen dreams and misery.
