I feel unbalanced,
Like the skin that sits on my body,
Doesn't belong to the person I am inside,
I feel disoriented,
To whether my feelings are valid or everyone else is right,
I look in the mirror and I see twenty-six years,
Twenty- six years for where these eyes have seen,
Twenty-six years of reassuring I am me,
But right now, that is now what I see,
I see a wolf with a sheep's coat,
Acting like I know on the outside,
Yet, internally retreating to hide,
I am afraid of my thoughts,
Knotted and lost,
I am afraid for my relationships,
In constant fear for the next wave to hit,
I am afraid of my dependencies,
tied down dreaming to escape reality,
I am afraid of me,
And everyone just wanting me to be happy,
Their expectations are dragging me through chaos,
Though I am not sure it's their words that are the cause,
I don't know if my mind is playing tricks,
stacking their words and using it as leverage,
for what they are thinking and not saying,
I feel like my mind is overstimulated and decaying,
From every emotion I feel,
I can't tell what is real,
And what I have conjured in my head,
I remain in a stimulus of constant dread,
Of me saying something wrong,
Distancing myself from everyone too long,
and not communicating like they need,
Their reactions are debilitating to me,
I am afraid to interact,
Afraid what will be used back at me,
In a state of vulnerability,
Form the way they perceive,
I want to go dark,
Erase myself as marked,
In their lives,
So, I don't feel chastised,
for being alive,
But that's the thing,
I don't know if that is what they're saying,
Or what I am thinking,
I don't want to call myself insane,
Driven from the pressure and pain, I feel,
But I always feel like I have to be in control,
Of what I say,
How I act,
I know they just want the happy versions of me back,
I do too,
But right now, all I want to do is avoid,
Avoid the noise,
Avoid the expectations they are not saying but I am feeling,
Avoid the future interaction that I am seeing,
Because I am so intertwined in my own mind,
I am so far from beach, its interrupting my speech,
They want me,
Yet, I just want to run away from everyone and everything.
About the Creator
Rilee Arey
What a life we live, Lets live a life where we have something to write home about!
27-year-old trying to find meaning, love and a life worth living.
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