Everything Frightful

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.