I tried to hide behind my walls of seclusion,
behind beautiful words bound together.
Believing you wouldn't, couldn't see me.
I write the words not because I want to,
but because I have to.
It's my only link to freedom, to reality.
Walking the ghostly hallways of life.
going unnoticed in this big world.
A nobody is all I am,
drowning out all the noise around me.
Moving through days in a zombified stupor,
wanting to break free of the never ending cycle,
but loving the cycle nevertheless.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
I tried to hide behind my walls of seclusion,
behind beautiful words bound together.
Believing you wouldn't, couldn't see me.
I write the words not because I want to,
but because I have to.
It's my only link to freedom, to reality.
Walking the ghostly hallways of life.
going unnoticed in this big world.
A nobody is all I am,
drowning out all the noise around me.
Moving through days in a zombified stupor,
wanting to break free of the never ending cycle,
but loving the cycle nevertheless.