Mind's Labyrinth

I didn't make the choice to let myself exist here,
and somehow it bothers you but I will not shed a tear.
Not today, not now, I have places where I must go,
and though I must forever rush, my head will hang low.
I guess I'm one of the faces that many cannot handle;
must I roam in darkness snuff out the midnight candle?

...For a life of solitude...
That I cannot handle,
whilst you mutter
I,
together, your hot topic scandal.

I have a fear you see but I fear that I'll be weak,
That it hurts to be detached the one you will not speak.
I speak, I whisper, I long, YOU do not, will not talk,
I, I, I, feel vexed by this shadow which I cast as I walk.
Another fear that I have is that no one will ever care,
breaking me down, so low, into a whole life of despair.
Breaking me down, until I cannot say not another word,
Until Breaking point. When I am nor seen, nor am heard.

I am the wind that blows, dreaded wind that you hate,
but no one will feel anything not in my current state.
Because no one cares for a shadow, everyone would agree,
one who now cares the least, the biggest no one is me.