I am adored; yet still inside,i feel hollow for reasons unknown to me.
They say that I am effervescent,
Little do they know,it is only a pretence
Discreetly wishing for self deception to occur,
Only to forget,
Only To hide,
Hide the void,
No matter how much I endeavour,
Void that I am unable to replenish,
I desiderate to be solid again,
To the extent,
That I am willing to forsake my soul
For I am in an oblivion,
That I am unable to escape from,
And I cannot tell anyone;
I am so scared that they will get up and run so I...don't speak.
-Nom de plume
