These walls are closing in, where do I begin?
My mind is running back and forth, pacing from within.
I'm talking to myself, arguing, internal strife,
Debating who the hell I am, in this infernal life?
Incoherent babble, I'm asking what I'm after.
I understand my questions way more than I do my answers.
I'm feeling burning cold but I know I'm dead awake,
Screaming silently, I mean, can no one hear me break, and shatter
What's the matter? What's the fuss?
Who am I? What of us?
Is it just? Just because?
*Truly, what have I become?