I am troubled, you know? Well no I guess you don't but now you know.
I am deeply disturbed. No, not internally mauled, just an omnipresent unease.
I do not rest, I do not sleep, I am not tired, I cannot eat. When I do manage to do any of these things, they are not welcomed or enjoyed.
I am troubled.

I struggle.
I've thought about it for some time now, and I recoil; I revert. I don't have a distinguished path to follow and i've found this is the hollow cave in which I reside.
I choose to hide; because once I followed the light.
Trust me, that is not my problem. I can see the light, I can feel its warmth and reassurance.
I don't need a light.
I need two, three, four lights plastered on the walls to lead me to the end.

I struggle. I am troubled.