They say to never trust strangers,
But what if the people you grew up with and supposed to trust with your life,
What if those people feel like strangers.
Just constantly living with and around strangers.
Polar opposites of what you are and stand for in life.
Constantly dwelling on living a double life,
Just to be liked by total fucking strangers.
You can't say what you want to say,
Can't love who you want to love,
Can't wear what you want to wear.
But most importantly, you can't express yourself how you want to express yourself.
Slowly losing yourself, piece by piece.
You start looking like death itself.
And when a mirror is placed in front of your body,
You feel nothing but emptyness.
Slowly killing yourself and losing yourself.
Strongly feeling the urge to let it all out,
All the anger, frustration and sadness.
But you keep calm and carry on lifting the heavy weight of emotions on your chest.
The effects of that can be enourmous.
You're becoming a closed book,
And even with the help of a professional,
You keep closing, closing and closing off.
Your walls are becoming thicker and thicker.
Until it becomes too thick to handle.
