Misunderstood.

We wait, in the calm of desolation, wanting to break, break free of the confusion that covers our minds like a layer of snow covering the ground, spinning our minds in never ending circles of self doubt.

We sleep, falling into the depths of isolation, and dream, beautiful fairytale dreams that make us long for them to be reality, trying not to wake from the daydream of illusion we love to engulf ourselves into.

How can I feel abandoned, even when the world surrounds me? Every eye rips a part of my dignity from me, makeing me feel more alone and rejected than I have ever felt, a tiny part of my soul being taken from me as every second goes by.

How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me? Every kind word, as few of them as there are, is thrown back, taken as offence rather than comfort, another way of getting into my head and messing it up, turning me against myself into a sick and twisted person.

How can I know so many, never really knowing anyone? All these people, all these faces, all these names, I know them all, I know the tone of voice they talk to me in, and yet I know nothing about them. Only the cruel comments that stab me.

The words challenge the essence of my soul, testing if I'm strong enough, leaving me in a state of disconnection, from myself, from the world, from my heart. I try to navigate my maze of self control, the routes getting smaller and more complex as i yearn to find the middle.

Everything is twisted. In my mind, I'm playing a lion being lead to a cage, I've turned from sureal to seclusion, from love to disdain, from belief to delusion, from a thief to a begger, from a god to God save me...