My voice is locked up
The Key is gone
All that is left is my thoughts
If only I could break free
Excape this trap
But its got ahold of me
Dragging me back
Picking at me piece by piece
Taking every cell away that is me
Without these cells I am nothing
My thoughts flow away in wisps
I have no voice
I have no mind
I am nothing
I do not exist
This is kind of like my explanation for what its like to be shy and insecure. I have a real hard time opening up to people because I'm scared of how they will judge me. What they will think. I kind of feel trapped. Like the person that is me is just waiting to be seen, but I can't let anyone in because my thoughts and insecurities keep dragging me back.