Lone.

Always been alone, always stayed content. 

But never did I foresee, my mind could have such a dent. 

Why do I feel the walls closing in on me? 

Is there anyone, anyone who can hear me?

Always been the listener, always the quiet one. Did anyone try? 

To read between the lines? 

The muddle comes up when I stop hearing, when I stop trying. 

When I feel alone even amongst all these eyes.

Doesn’t matter, I’ll just head back. Where, do you ask? 

Somewhere I can be whole again and drop this silent mask.

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