It's complicated : Real, Intimate thoughts of a 22 year old girl

Me, Myself, and I

Sometimes I get lost in the loneliness that consumes me .
Trapped by my on insecurities , surrounded by people , only to be tortured By my own inability to let them in...
Me myself and I
Me Myself and I , float through life pretending, that this facade becomes an reality ,
that these fake smiles and laughs morph into truth ,
and the truth that is the darkness inside me disappears
Sometimes me myself and I disappear Our happy place
Rays of sunshine
Piercing the white snow
Shimmers of endless white
Burning fire ,
crackling wood
Laughter ,
people gathered
Love
Silent tears
Back to reality,
it's just me myself and I
Alone