Faces once friendly are making me question my hope.
Where am I going? Maybe I should let go.
But what am I letting go, if it’s mostly my life?
I can’t give up on myself but so many people bring strife.
I feel like I’m hanging on by a fibre of thread.
What’s happening in this chaos? What’s left of the mess?
Seldom people to trust and I guess I have to hide.
Maybe not everyone is wearing a disguise.
But I’m stuck in this trap and I might be starting to drown.
I guess I’ll just have to try to turn this disaster around.