My voice is locked up The Key is gone All that is left is my thoughts If only I could break free Excape this trap But its got ahold of me Dragging me back Picking at me piece by piece Taking every cell away that is me Without these cells I am nothing My thoughts flow away in wisps I have no voice I have no mind I am nothing I do not exist
This is kind of like my explanation for what its like to be shy and insecure. I have a real hard time opening up to people because I'm scared of how they will judge me. What they will think. I kind of feel trapped. Like the person that is me is just waiting to be seen, but I can't let anyone in because my thoughts and insecurities keep dragging me back.