Trapped in a burning building with nowhere to go.
The smoke of hypocricy fills my lungs and seeps into my fragile bones.
Panic and anxiety cloud my judgement and addle my mind with my darkest fears.

My mouth works faster than my brain keeping up with the steady stream of lies that pour out of it.
Deception is the only protection I have from the flames of the  judgemental.
Fantasy anchors me to this world and keeps my soul from burning.

I'm burnt and broken in too many ways to describe.
In too many places to heal.
After many years of the unending, self-fueling fire of my insecurites I've come to know the cold, the winter.
Finally I'm numb.
No more feelings, no more fighting.
I'm fire damaged.