I am an absent presence,
festering in my comfortable misery,
feeling alone in a room full of people.
I am a wise fool,
full of knowledge and excessive thoughts,
all of which leads me to further ruin.
I am a living sacrifice,
surviving so that others can live happily,
so that they can believe it’s all okay.
I am an anxious free-spirit,
surrounded by endless possibilities,
silently bearing the weight of the unknown.
I am a controlled chaos,
containing my destruction within to spare others,
leaving behind a path of lies to comfort people.
I am an open secret.
My emotions written all over paper,
but their true meanings are a mystery to even me.