Sometimes when I sit in my room I think of home

I think of all the things I miss and how I’m alone

In all the loneliness I get consumed in sadness and fear

Then I feel the pain as I shed a tear

Sometimes when I’m in my room and I’m entrapped in silence

DIM… DIM… DIM… DIM… DIM… The soft, high note of the last key on a piano rang through the night repeatedly… and it was keeping someone up.

What shall be wrong with me?

What shall I fear

What shall be wrong with me

is nothing I fear

For

If I shall fear what is wrong with me

I shall only fear myself

Even though you shall see me

you shall not know.

I scream

But no one hears.

The danger

Looming, perpetual nears...

The footsteps echo

In my ears

Closer,

Closer

Danger leers.

A dark silhouette

And merciless eyes

Fear of not being good enough,

World with Judgment,

People knowing everything about you,

Mistakes talked about

being judged feelings pain

we are who we want to be

people can be different

wishing of Living