I want to sail away,
fade away in the broad of day.
Contradicting emotions and
feelings scattered in front of me.
Sometimes I think too much…
Late in the evenings my thoughts wander
to the depths of the darkness where it shouldn’t be close to even
Every night is a battle of trapped emotions, feelings and thoughts
My mind feels like a dark prison
with no light switch to be found.
The flashlight and key to enter my mind
has vanished through the years.
The lock is now rusty and broken.
It’s not easy to break it,
Nor to climb over the high prison walls
surrounding each thought caught in a cell.
My heart feels like it doesn't exist anymore.
The cage surrounding it has kept it hidden in the shadows.
My ribcage is the cage surrounding a beating heart
wanting to break free from the pain the world lays upon it.
I struggle to keep a decent conversation…
I always get nervous and start to fiddle…
My tongue gets tied when I talk too much
Or when I think too much, my lips move faster than my scattered thoughts…
We all live behind a mask…
Some of our masks is broken, some cracked, some mended together…
The mask we wear is like a fake smile
It hides away our darkest, saddest secrets we don’t wish to share,
for society will label us as attention seeking and much more.
Our thoughts are like a troubling hurricane,
destroying everything in its way if it’s not expressed
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
I want to sail away,
fade away in the broad of day.
Contradicting emotions and
feelings scattered in front of me.
Sometimes I think too much…
Late in the evenings my thoughts wander
to the depths of the darkness where it shouldn’t be close to even
Every night is a battle of trapped emotions, feelings and thoughts
My mind feels like a dark prison
with no light switch to be found.
The flashlight and key to enter my mind
has vanished through the years.
The lock is now rusty and broken.
It’s not easy to break it,
Nor to climb over the high prison walls
surrounding each thought caught in a cell.
My heart feels like it doesn't exist anymore.
The cage surrounding it has kept it hidden in the shadows.
My ribcage is the cage surrounding a beating heart
wanting to break free from the pain the world lays upon it.
I struggle to keep a decent conversation…
I always get nervous and start to fiddle…
My tongue gets tied when I talk too much
Or when I think too much, my lips move faster than my scattered thoughts…
We all live behind a mask…
Some of our masks is broken, some cracked, some mended together…
The mask we wear is like a fake smile
It hides away our darkest, saddest secrets we don’t wish to share,
for society will label us as attention seeking and much more.
Our thoughts are like a troubling hurricane,
destroying everything in its way if it’s not expressed
