Hiding

December 6, 2015

In a diiferent world i would be content with no poisonous mind to circumvent.

No hopes or plans i have in my mind when even my self i cannot find,

For i am lost to my own self,

in crippling anxiety and poor mental health,

Like a puzzle with no solution i sit and wollow in self confusion,

For i am not sure of who i am,

A burning fire i cannot calm,

It rips and pulls and tears me apart,

My cold and hollow emotionless heart,

I guess it something with which i must deal,

To never know just what to feel,

Like an unachievable imposible task,

While i just hide behind my mask,

For who i am is never real,

I am only what i think will appeal,

I constantly feel i dont belong,

And everything i am is completly wrong,

So how will i end this fake life,

By pills, a rope, or knife?

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