I am hideing.
Ashamed of myself.
Shielding myself from anyone else.
Wearing a mask that is so cold to the touch.
Hideing in the shadows.
To scared to go to the light.
I feel so trapped, so alone, but I refuse to talk to anyone.
I am captured in my own emotional
cage.
I am slowly suffering, but content.
Slowly being eaten alive by the pain that inflicts me.
Slowly crawling into madness.
Slowly...
But, I'm fine.
I'll put on my malevolent mask and be happy.
Don't worry about me.
You have your own mask to deal with.
Just know that I am slowly dieing..
But, content.