You are here
and once again I sink into silence
like a speck of dust in the light
reaching for peace

In a room find full of liars
The betrayals very uncomfortable
Quick to get away not okay
It's not right not pretending anymore
Being genuine to criticized by decievers
Did the work credit is being stolen
Only nice when a favor is needed
Most of the time being ignored

Dead of night
doubt wraps me tight—
like damp clothes on skin,
taking the air
leaving me shrunk
beneath the weight.

Fell into a tunnel
with no sign of light
I keep walking,
chasing my way out.
Every cut swears to
stir the results