Days are bright,
With nights of rain.
Either way,
How can I escape the pain.
Hollow emotions,
Torn inside.
Despite constant commotion,
I retract and just hide.
I swing left to right,
Whether it could be up or down.
No place is solid,
I continue to sink and drown.
The facade appears intact,
When in reality, it's flawed.
Trying to get back up is hard,
When all you can accomplish is crawl.
" Let it be, it's still progress," they proclaim.
But is it the same flesh you wear that I wake up with every day?
Is it the thoughts that protrude your delicate mind, or is it your actions that truly decide.
You may say one thing to justify your means.
Can you really compare, though, to what I wish and dream?
To be 'normal' like others,
To normalize the burdens.
To shrug off the thoughts and continue determined.
Instead, it's the other no different story to tell.
I just wish I could live in peace and pay no mind,
Yet I'm trapped buried in this shell.
