When I’m with others,
They leave me alone,
The thoughts that haunt me,
When I’m on my own,
“You’re gonna die alone,”
“Everyone hates you,”
“You’ll never be good enough,
No matter what you do,”
These thoughts among many,
Keep me up all night,
Because coping with them,
Is a constant fight.

I don't know why,
Why I escape the shades
and curse the sun for getting me warm!
I don't why my soul is flinching the world!

The horror of nights and that grimness
of days, don't let me sleep or remain awake
I don't know, if I am still living or
This life has deserted me before a long!

The soothing music tears me apart and
That lethal silence intimidates my fragile heart!
I don't know if I still belong to myself or
I have been snatched away before a long!

And my legs itch,
Inside, like ants crawling in my veins,
Like an energy being held down,
Held back.
The itch,
That never goes away,
As I try to remain still,
As I try to focus.
The itch.
As if I wasn't meant to remain this way.
As if I was meant to travel and move.
As if I was meant to change and evolve.

And the itch is not just in my legs.
It's in my soul.
As I look out a window on a sunny day,
Or sit within the confines of a stagnant building,
Or look at the sun twinkling on water,
Or look at the stars waltzing in the black velvet of night.

I itch.

I feel
the itch.