It’s harder to say exactly what is going wrong,
nothing has changed, but it is all different.
Friends have become strangers, and strangers have become enemies.
I don’t know why I feel the way I do,
I just know that I am not what I used to be, and I don’t even think I am, what I am anymore.
It’s like I am vacant in my own body, everything is a pondering mystery.
I feel like I have retreated deep inside myself, trying to hide but wishing to be seen.
If I’m hiding, I can’t be hurt.
But the pain of loneliness might hurt even worse.
The unknown is a scary thing, but so is knowing everything frightful.