I try to concentrate
My head won't listen
My mind is at another place
A place of mystery
I'm slipping away
to another dimension
A fiction of my imagination
An illusion somewhere inside my soul
A place far far away
A place where no one has ever been before
My own little hideout
The safe sanctuary of my deepest thoughts
Where my deepest feelings dwell
Bubbling underneath the surface
Waiting to erupt
Screwing up my mind from inside
That's what they do, these insane worries
Which are born from a senseless amount of stupidity
Blurring my everything
Stealing my focus
Like an uncommon thief, begging for attention.
Attention I'm not willing to sacrifice
So I ignore these little scratches to my identity
Hoping that it will disappear into the darkness
From which they came,
the bleach ghost of my sorrows.
