Sep 10
Is it suitable
To retreat from the crowd's gaze
Cloaked in solitude's embrace
While the world observes
Is it suitable
To remain silent amed kin
While shards of self scatters
Like fractured glass
Is it suitable
To shed tears unending
Longing for affection
To shroud haunting memories
Is it suitable
To let crimson rivers flow
Yearning for absolution
As shadows converse
Is it suitable
To confide in you thus
Praying for a gental touch
Is it suitable
To question endlessly
When escape feels futile
Is it suitable
To simply exist as I am
To retreat from the crowd's gaze
Cloaked in solitude's embrace
While the world observes
Is it suitable
To remain silent amed kin
While shards of self scatters
Like fractured glass
Is it suitable
To shed tears unending
Longing for affection
To shroud haunting memories
Is it suitable
To let crimson rivers flow
Yearning for absolution
As shadows converse
Is it suitable
To confide in you thus
Praying for a gental touch
Is it suitable
To question endlessly
When escape feels futile
Is it suitable
To simply exist as I am
I've always had problems with my anxiety. Everytime someone looks at me, it feels like someone is reading a book about me. Knowing every little detail about me, what scares me and the reasons for my scars. So in turn, I look away in fear that it could ever be the case.
