All is sane.
That is the mask I wear.
The mask of loneliness.
The mask of lies thus told.
The mask of meaningless smiles.
I could say its all okay.
Just having a bad day.
But my lips would whisper
just like any other.
Never fully trusting another.
Never surely knowing what's
behind the corner.
A connection is being yearned.
So far from my grasp.
To be one with another,
To know I'm the only one.
I feel out of place.
Out of mind.
Am I so different?
Am I so lost?
Is it really me?
Or the faces in my
Reality? Should I
Let it go?
It would be easier.
It would be quicker.
Pretending I'm not all
alone. Pretending its
Just a dream.
I can pinch my arm,
I can scrap my knee.
But nothing ever
wakes me from such
a terrible dream.
It's been said.
It's been done.
I lay in the darkness
with streams on my cheeks.
Violens make the quiet
just a little more colourful.
Something will always be
missing. The feeling of
Belonging. The feeling
that all is well.
