What am I?

You ask me what am I?
A paranoid, anxious person yet so crazy.
Scared of people while being one of them.
Silencing the voices in my head.

You call me a kid, well yeah I am
And I want to be,
scared of nothing, with no insecurities.

Having anger issues with a sensitive heart hidden behind the mask of ego.

You ask me what I feel and I go blank.
You stare deep into my soul and I black out.

A childhood filled with trauma, I cope with humor.
Something I want you to know but won't say it out loud.

Carrying a smile as heavy as the  responsibilities on my shoulders.
I walk upto you with confidence, in no time you make me quiver.

You might not give me what I want and yet I chase.
Call me an idiot well maybe I am
Always irrational and silly,
Running behind things i can't get.

Having a mask on all time, a peek at my eyes and the truth is out.
A sunshine hidden behind the grey outcast.

You ask me what am I and I 
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Long time No post!!! 




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