For as long as i can remember, i have always been afraid of people, of change and of life in general. If i could have hidden from everyone and died off from the eyes of the world, i would have. Everything around me seemed like a threat to my being. With no apparent reason, my surroundings felt like a kaleidoscope of colors with ulterior motives bent on hurting me. I never felt comfortable.     Despite all of that, i have led my life as if things were okay, as if my fears did not matter.       So, i tried.       Through all the days that never seem to end, i have grown tired, exhausted from pretending i was fine,    all spent from hoping things will turn normal.       I have not changed, not at all. Things are exactly as i remember them when i was younger, the exact same   way that i used to see them. All my efforts and hopes to live in a world where i do not have to fear tomorrow have never managed a dent from my idiosyncrasy. Maybe i was never really mea...
  Feeling so ordinarily wide awake at 3 am.  Staring at the ceiling, waiting for things to fade.  When it seems to be the only thing that i could do,  As all my uncertainties become surrender.   My world falls apart, and i'm left crawling.  But this is not something i can talk about.  While it all seemed so simple and dull,   It was never easy staying here somehow.    The same signs at each turn of every road,  Like a silly game of catching the same lie.   And when the night pulls over its blanket,   I scream mad at the hollow of my life.   I know i need to tell you what this is about,   Why the stir in my faceted demeanor,   Especially when i laughed at my own joke,   But maybe you don't really need to know.    I tend to my own wounds marked for nothing,   Ordinarily caught up in a moment of sorrow.  And i close the windows to never let you see,   A face that was both broken and defeated by fate.     -----  2016-09-20  @sg