Doctor called me sick. I said true.

Yet another night feeling paralyzed. More paranoia than a druggy being characterised. A total emotional wreck, I’ve been overcome and demoralized.

Spent my time and effort all to be thrown back down like a piece of wrapper. Like I’m the wasted part of a sweetened façade. The edge of that building left ruining the architects’ homage.

How can I feel so empty? My mind left a savage to what my heart feels plenty. A tug of war between what’s real and I want it to be, Like a brothel full of nuns Or Professor X not understanding telepathy.

At most I find myself slowly pushing people away What an open book I was But now my mind is all but a fray. I am stuck left thinking that no one cares Or less enough that to some I’m not even there.

Oh, how easy It would be to complain. But how much self-shame and blame I would have on myself to see them in pain. So, I’ve learnt to keep my emotions to myself… However, I must confess…