Time to find myself

There is no point of living anymore,
It disappeared I can’t find in no more,
Pretending to be someone,
Being someone but no one.

Never questions can be asked,
Because everyone are masked,
Fulling people around,
But feeling like you’ve hit the ground.

Needing people to give you space,
But they seem to be in your face,
Feeling like that you want to runaway,
But having them make you stay.

People want you to talk,
When you really want to walk,
Wanting this feeling to disappear,
Needing yourself your self to reappear.