Those days,
in the mornings,
I stay longer in bed.
Just gazing ,at the ceiling,
Trying to , forget
Those nights.
;I'm unable to dream.
Just over thinking,
to the point, I fail to
silence my thoughts,
and my eyelids are denying sleep.
Those times,
I feel extraneously not exisiting,
I stand still , watching everything,
fall into place, nor fall apart
unaware* that time is still going,
and I'm just s t u c k.
in; This world,
I have gone underestimated.
Told I should go in others' path.
That my faith isn't good enough,
that I am too weak, too weak, @DemaaMu
that for my own sake,
I should listen, to their commands.
But I can never go any other way than the path I am destined to go on .
So I just lay in bed;
sick of pretending, someone I am not,
sick of people changing my identity,
And in this life, in this world in those times in those days and nights,
I have gone, **unknown.
