Dignity

Distorted.

4/7/19 13:54pm
The room was empty.
I entered into nothing, the low walls confusing my composure.
I wanted to abandon these voices of doubt, but the emptiness only opened up an eternal space for my angst to follow through the dark.
How did I feel, being left out in the open?
Vulnerable, exposed, hollow.
Nothing surrounded me, yet everything surrounded me.
Panic piled onto me like a house being constructed in pure daylight.
Piece by piece by piece.
I couldn't take it anymore.
The defiant glare of the clock while time was being eaten away.
The vibrant roar of the fan, begging to be set free.
The beacon of light streaming through the glass windows, blinding me from the reality that was my life.
And I wanted to be conscious.
Being alone seemed suspicious.
To everyone.
But I was never alone, my fears elegantly flowing behind my stiff exterior.
People started to gather in the hallway, using each other as shields.
Protecting each other from the labyrinth of life.

I always put my neck on the line.
Forever extended into society, reaching out for guidance.
I am a maverick.
My independent mind navigates its way through my issues.
Because I can cope, and my insecurities perpetually shine through the forlorn furniture in that empty room.
Open-minded for whatever enigma comes next.
Firmly fixated by my three supporters.
Me, Myself and I.
Until the very end.
Leaving with dignity.
As I turned away at that point in time, everything was
Distorted.