Every day I stand there breaking in pieces and nobody knows.

I keep my composure, 

Don’t talk about it,

I keep my mouth closed.

What else am I supposed to do?

I can voice what I’m feeling-

Translate it into a thousand languages

And still, feel like nobody knows what I’m going through.

I don’t know how many more tears I can shed,

But the bad days aren’t so far apart anymore and 

My demons aren’t afraid to attack when I’m up alone in my bed.

Everything is disconnected. 

My heart and mind aren’t keeping in touch.

Recipe for disaster, but -

After my heart’s been broken so many times, my mind doesn’t see the point in trust.

So that’s where I’m left standing.

This monster’s got a hold on me

And I’m wearing everyone else’s branding-

I’m not even my own.

I’m so tired of feeling uncomfortable in the place I call home.