Transparent
I feel lonely in my crowded home.
Where peace of mind didn't exist at all.
Happiness dares not, to knock on my door.
The one I should be trying to escape towards.
Spinning in circles.
I can tell you what's next.
A repetition of disaster.
It's my life of self neglect.
Why do I stay? Because its familiar.
I'm terrified of new things.
But I do dream of better.
I'm more than a mess.
Where do I begin?
I feel I should call out for help.
But where are any friends?
Alone I am. I just exist.
More like a ghost, who's transparent.
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