Sometimes I am afraid to look them in the eye,
Fear grips me , confusion fills those dark dungeons of my mind,
I try to look down but the voices behind
chanting their mantra, suppressing my voice.
Protesting, I stood there alone,
Hoping that they would stop smothering me...
Because I am afraid to look them in the eye.
Those sleepless nights which I spent, in delirium
Trying to figure it all out, trying to reason it out with myself
I looked behind but darkness was all that surrounded me
Helpless , I waited for sanity to strike me again....
Absurdly, I asked for HIS help but........it was really foolish of me...
As I am afraid to look them in the eye.
I am tired...........
Tired of pretending what I am not,
tired of hiding myself in that empty closet of yours
behind those doors, I am feverish ,
fooling myself with my chant
Its OK its all good...... that tomorrow would be a better day...
But how will I look them in the eye???
Now I have reached the zenith of my silence...
Their voices have dug me up,
Not complete, but I am not yet hollow
Deep inside, what is left of me is resilient and resolute,
I don’t want to fade away just like that... that is for sure
Because now..... I will look them in the eye.