I bottle my feelings aside. The pressure. The tightness of my chest at night, the frantic
breathing....
like as if im being choked in my sleep.
Im scared to sleep because these night terrors feel as so much like
reality,
as if I was kidnapped against my will.
Who could help? Who could free me from myself? Like as if I would allow anyone to get close.
Im just masking it all like a
performer.
Smile when a crowd is present, and suffer in misery
when the show is over.
YOU ARE READING
Clandestine Volume 1
PoetryA mix of short stories, and a bundle of poetry written in my hours of insomniac nights. Dark and twisted maybe even inspirational.
