STRUGGELING FOR NORMALITY

Apparently transparent
Liberation from one self
Emotions hidden
put away like an old book on a dusty shelf
I am waiting for something new
But I'm not sure what Im suppose to do
Just another nightmare
I dont feel any less pain
Wanting to break from the calm
My fear
My Sorrow
My Strength
My happiness
I am holding on to hope that is hopeless
My mind is at a trance
What if I wasnt here
no one would notice
Struggeling an emotional feast
I am my own Judge
I am my own Prosecutor
I am my own jailer
I am my own bailer
There is no compromise
I am me at night
But by day
I am normal