Molded into a Stranger

Have you ever felt imprisoned in your own room? As if you cannot leave, as if you cannot move? Where the light fades and the picture starts to shift. The grey is blinding, I watch my world split. Have you ever been alone in a room crowded with chatter, bouncing off the walls, stabbing your scars? When your head slowly tilts and your love seeps away, remember you are not the reason no one will stay.