Growing inside
Dependent on myself
As night time slides
And morning comes
I'm left to my thoughts
It's a scary
Belonging feeling
Alone is no longer an emotion
It's my other home
MapQuest the address roads in my mind
In depth
Destructions under construction
Why are your eyes closed?
I know you're awake
Use your other sense
Go beyond what you can see
Is it me?
Are you sure?
Is it really me or is it your ideology of who you want me to be?
Lonely walks with me
Hand in my own
Held
Because who else?
There's no one there
But silence never rings in these ears
Does that make the diagnosis schizophrenia
Or need for hypochondriacally longing to be wanted
Surely there's answers to my questions
but Dr. Who's PHD doesn't work on me without preauthorization.

This is why I don't let people in my head
Even my expectations never stop.