People always ask what's wrong. Truth is I have no clue. Am I mad? Is it just me? I feel alone when its dark even if I have a whole crowd around me. I put on a fake smile and pretend everything's fine and nothing is going on in my head except for what I'm doing at that moment but the second I'm alone I analyze every bit of time, word and thought that I seem to forget about. I'm living in two worlds. Thing is, they don't intersect at any point. I don't know myself. These walls cave me in where it seems to be my savior, my protection, the thing that keeps me from getting hurt. I see the bad side as well... It's also my jail and keeps me from experiencing. I always answer. The answer is irrelevant. "I'm just tired, that's all."
I give you a glimpse of what runs across my brain when I heard these words..
What's wrong?
I'd like to hear.. What goes through yours?
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