do not wallow behind the sounds drenched
the resonating echos which encompasses our heads
that suffocating sensation of fear and regret
that hesitance of talking to someone
that lovely figure only just met
fear, such a funny concept
a misunderstood casket where
regrets wash ashore,
a darkness which rusts the hinges
to our doors,
that thick fist in our stomach
wanting to pound away
what's in our best interest
yet caged and deranged
that's where the best part of us
decide to remain,
under the clench of society
so afraid to contort
the filters placed upon reality
and to see what can be contained