Shy, sensitive,
Emotional, honest,
Gifts from a mother,
Retained like a promise
But disdained by the others,
And used as my weaknesses
Just to draw all eyes away,
From their own idiosyncrasies
Overwhelmed, imprisoned,
Stilted by one’s thoughts
Snared and unspontaneous,
In Hell now one is caught
Beating back perpetual doubts,
Ever only self-imposed
Lying burnt-out in this vapid rut,
Anxiety overflows…
Pulse racing to get home,
Escape the social helter-skelter
Close the door on chaos,
Solitude my only shelter
But what lies inside these walls,
Cannot truly flee ones foes
One look within it’s obvious,
… Sole creator of my woes