The feelings of uncertainty are consuming me,
With no clue left of what to do,
My common sense lacks originality,
I lose my mentality as well as my responsibilities.
Everyone counting on me,
Don't make a mistake they all say,
If you choose to proceed on the opposite path then you'll be nothing but a mistake, they all claim.
With nothing left to do,
My mind goes to this dark place, inevitably sways,
And now all I can do is look back at all I've done wrong.

It's a good thing,
To speak, to ramble, to be able to elaborate on such simple topics.
People may look at you with these glaring senses of abnormality or a measurement level of discomfort,
The truth is, they aspire to be you in such a different way that blows their mind whenever coming across someone as unique as you,
With words left unsaid,
They all slowly begin to turn heads,
You feel this minor intensity, agony divulging, extreme anxiety on the inside,
But your face shows otherwise.
You smile, creating an elated atmosphere,
But the internal feeling inside is progressively growing.
Those constant taps of your left foot are causing too many eyes to be drawn to it.
"Stop, relax. Take a step back,
Just feeling something else, else," is what you solemnly preach aloud to yourself.
Now, the audience's tension in eye contact are more than just overwhelming,
It's ripping the nails off your fingertips,
Making you want to burn every bit of your heart along with this building you're stuck in.
When your feelings emerge and intersect in a negative tense,
You don't come to a halt,
You allow your body to experience any feeling possible;
Your indifference represents the other version of yourself,
one in particular that may be unveiled or underestimated by the several dissimilar aspects nobody really shows.

The place where the atmosphere consists of main outbreaks,
Whether the dishes weren't done or the floors weren't mopped correctly,
Something so small can effect the gross unification of "family".
Feeling like you can't necessarily express yourself,
Leaves you to feel drowned out by the many emotions that flood your mind at the worst of times,
It allows your feelings to grow more and more profoundly erratic; anxious.
Allow me to go into full elaboration as to how I constantly maintain my well-respected position of a so called "good person" or complain about the many people who are just as careless as the majority of people nowadays who simply do not ask how I've been.
I've let days slip by,
Suddenly, I feel no difference in what occurred yesterday or really, no contrast in the feelings I'll most likely encounter tomorrow.
At home, mass mental destructions happens,
It's where I get pulled into a place where I'm just trapped in my own self, similar to the way I feel in school.
I don't know, it could possibly be causing my continuous feelings of nervousness whenever I'm surrounded by people,
Or it could merely be the fact of which, I haven't yet chosen a path or seen quite a way to go through and feel a protective environment around me.
These winter days are gradually approaching,
It's only a matter of time until my mind goes away like the sun at night,
These seconds, minutes, hours can patrol for what feels like perennial timings, but anticipation is what's really foreshadowing my shallow whole of a "home".

All I can recall from my hectic childhood was a very early memory that played in my mind like a dilapidated recording tape,
Scenes flashed before my eyes, capturing my imagination as an entirety,
Lights passed by so quickly, I couldn't even keep track of what I was picturing.
It was as if a small portion of myself separated and I was tremendously taken into a dreamlike dimension,
This frightening cycle of not being able to differentiate between actuality and fantasy grew overwhelmingly rapid like the constant flood of blood running through my veins;
My attempt to wake you was so regrettably disregarded,
So control took the lead role over my body and simultaneously woke me from my hasty rest.

As I inhale for yet another breath,
I realize I haven't quite gotten some rest.
Maybe it's because all I kept stressing over last night was the fact of which, you weren't safe yesterday night.
I keep myself well aware of the situations you've been involved with,
I've been attempting to get some sort of attention from you,
But I guess I'm just fitting in like everyone else,
You're just not seeing me quite right,
Maybe you put me through this nerve racking test.
I'm exhausted,
I've been waiting in this same spot for this entire time, thinking maybe just maybe you would've called.
But the only person I hear from the other end is the person specifically telling me that you're unavailable  at this time.
I feel so drowned inside,
The way you ignored my sense of effort,
The only hope I have now is for someone, anyone to guide me to a light,
Or maybe even a simple sign,
I just need you to want me - like.
But I guess I'm just not your precise right.

Unnoticed:
So I guess how everything else begins,
Here goes yet another redundant fable,
One that simply goes by a written label,
One is young and feels the need to experience something unforgettable,
But what one forgets is how quickly they lost track in the direction of where they fell.
Only the wisest succeed and the feeble-minded fall weak,
Small conversations exchange,
But no memory or recollection of what was mentioned or said,
See, life moves on too fast when you're struck with no point of vulnerability.
At least I attempted some sort of way to appear more brightly to you,
But your intentions grew terse and straight to the point.
I get it, yeah I guess you can call me a person who goes unnoticed,
The one that falls behind when having no control over their own emotions,
And don't you dare forget the one who is almost always hopeless,
That specific person feels as if there's no care in the atmosphere,
The environment surrounding them is certainly unsettling,
Nothing is better than just observing.

So you ask yourself every now and then,
When that reality hits deep in,
When and where should you begin,
And how should you react when something goes the opposite way, falls in the deep end.
Maybe that's when all goes wrong,
You're left to feel nothing at all,
Everyone starts spurring around the inquiry of "How are they doing?",
I mean if they cared they honestly would've said something, yeah,
But nowadays all I can view is the harsh and cruel judgement behind the norm,
I know that some people come in my life to leave,
But this is happening at a rapid speed, I can no longer catch up to the race,
This thing called life is just running away,
My best attempt is merely outspoken, goes unnoticed,
Similar to my recent poem,
You can all sense whenever something isn't the same as it was before,
It's called a conscience, yeah.