Leaving Them Behind
Falling, falling, falling face down
where is my stable ground?
Shifting, spinning out of whack,
yes it is a panic attack.
What kind of fear what kind of sense;
can derail me from being in the right state of tense?
Who are you and what am I doing here?
So many questions, can’t comprehend who’s near.
Drifting, drifting, to my quiet place,
no one knows I keep the same face.
Cannot recall what they really mean.
I am in a state of constant but never seen.
They have no idea who I really am,
nor will they take the time to understand.
Shaping, molding into the right place.
Not on your life, no mold can I embrace!
Yelling, kicking, screaming inside,
not much longer can I hide.
I have disdain for your feeble tales,
talking of nonsense, as boring as snails.
Left you all and you didn’t notice!
So is it true you never really cared?
I bet you would if the mold would have prevailed.