The life of a forgotten
is one with many woes
we think we are seen
but little attention is shown

Why do we fear this onslaught of doubt
why can a soul fear to scream and shout
Why hide, why deny, why tremble so
why live these lies that bury deep below

Its it society? Is it family?
Is it the truth of our very own seeming?
How did this happen? Where did it spawn?
Can a soul never come to accepting where it belongs?

I know I dig into my heart
I know my worries tear others apart
I know my hatred of myself shines bright
I know that, I know that, its my blight.

A fear.
Living afraid.
A dear moment led astray
Life repeating moments everyday, everyday.

I want it to stop, but it can't.
Like a clock that won't break
I wish it was fake
but its cold and its dark, please let me wake.

No alarms in this reality
just a storm forever in calamity.
A rage of doubt, stout in its destruction
destroying our minds about your perception.

tired of making recompenses
all you see is our silences
but then again, the conversation was set in its pace
you probably already forgot why we were silent in the first place