When the curtain falls
Can you say
I did my best I gave my all
When your numbers up
Did you live
Or just hide from every mishap

Will you be proud
To tell your loved ones
The life you you led was full
Or tell them
All you did was hide afraid of everything

So live the life you’re given
Do the things you enjoy
Don’t be afraid of happiness
Cause in the end
We all know that we are going to die

They say I'm the Lost Child.
Hiding,
avoiding conflict
Perhaps that's true...
Maybe I am lost,
But what if I'm hiding from myself?

It feels like
impending doom.
It feels irrational.
It feels insane.
It feels like a snowball
rolling into an avalanche
wiping me off my feet
hurling me down the mountain
skidding me to a halt
debris piling on top of me
and leaving me to slowly suffocate.