I am falling in a pond of my own insecurities,
sinking below the deepest end into a level of non-existence.
Help me, I can't swim!
But there is not a soul that can hear my presence.
So I sink.
I keep going further down as I watch the people around me
and I pretend to float.
I say that I am okay, but I am not.
The water is flowing through my nose and through  my body as I  submerge.
And then, I am at ease.
I see rays of the sun shinning down on my soulless corps,
remembering the flashes of beautiful memories
in attempt to forget the ones that brought me to this pool of sorrow.
I fell into my pond of insecurities,
why was I the one who volunteered?