Prisoned in my skin

The air is poisoned outside,
too many people to feel pity about..
What a nightmare!

My prison feels just like home to me now,
i'm more used to it, to face myself only,
rather than those who doesn't match my wavelength.

I'm not keeping track of time,
but it's like a year in each day.
I'm only trying to skip it by sleeping,
because it hurts sometimes.

The price you pay for being your true version of yourself,

I know, it's beautiful after all.
It must be.