Nobody Writes for You

Happy, I appear,
Quiet.
Within me, a fear.
I may be at a loss,
Aspirations wasted,
Time passes by,
Every breath taken,
Trying not to cry.

I try,
I try to overcome,
Every doubt,
Dark thought,
Clouds my mind,
Let it out?

When I do,
Unheard I remain,
Worse, it becomes.
I focus on pain,
It begins to focus on me
It grows, it grows
I end up back at the beginning,
Looking out at all the progress,
I believed was made,
Only to realise,
It's all part of the game,
Deceipt to self,
Failure to overcome,
Being less than ordinary.

It always goes back
To accepting nothingness,,
I am nobody,
I am invisible,
I am a slave to society,
A servant of existence,

Freedom is but a fairy tale,
I am not asleep.
Winter is here,
Struggling to think on my feet,

Like the trees have shed their leaves,
I have shed my armour...

all that remains, a cold, lifeless skeletal structure.

I lie here naked.
It is just that.