My thoughts are a river
Constantly whirling, flowing out and in
Raging and spiteful as the ocean storms
As tranquil as paper in the wind

My mind is a hardened lake
Glazed over by the presence of winter
The surface as fragile as my being
One misstep and the ice will splinter

In this frozen lake I gaze
Staring at the empty faces of my "friends"
Their intentions as artificial as their smiles
Gratefully accepting help but theirs they will never lend

When I am alone
My mind spins into motion
I am trapped inside of this place
Suffocated by the chains of my own emotions

There is no one who cares enough to notice
Too busy caught up in their own disasters
Their absence is drowning me
Dragging me down faster and faster

Then is all is silent.

In the frozen lake I gaze
Staring at my own reflection
Ignoring the little that is good
Emphasizing every imperfection

I cannot fathom the amount of courage
It would take to reflect upon myself and see
The real villain was never them ...


it was me.