I'm going a million miles an hour
While running out of breath.
I'm choking on air,
But there's no way to stop.

You tell me just slow down,
You tell me just hold on.
But I can't.

I'm scared.
I am use to feeling numb,
But now I feel it every day.
I use to be relaxed--
In a state of
Perceptual happiness.
A cosmic move caused all to fall.
The plastic mask that hid me
Cracked right down the middle.

Now I'm too tired to hide,
Even though I'm silent,
Even though I won't look your way,
Believe what I want to say,
Don't think to hard of my actions.

Say something.
I'm giving up.

My heart is still trying to pick up the
Splinters of that shattered mask.
The roses are crying out.
The wind blows stronger,
Wanting for the mask to disappear forever.
I'm too tired to fight with them.

Will the wind and roses win?
Or my hiding heart?