I am undefined
too young to have established a place in this world.
I am hard to read
the marbles collected have fallen
roll around the twisted halls
of my inner sanctum.
I can see it at an arms length,
I can feel the bruises, feel the pain.
Although the screaming is not real
the ghosts of the past haunt me to this day.
Conflicted, I don't know how to feel...
All that has happened has made me this way.
This is my person,
this is my home.
I will not find peace,
that's something I have never known.
I don't understand,
why I see you when I close my eyes.
This is my inner sanctum,
you've invaded my mind.
I've lost myself in this mess,
you've found me.
Bring me peace.
Bring me hope.
Help me to fight this war...
I am no longer alone.