Inside Myself

Beyond the stimulation of the bubble

Of friends, the calling of drink and dance,

Fumbling about in the daylight darkness of

The Real World,

I crawl back inside myself.

Withdrawn in a shell of numbness

Where the stones of boredom, frustration, tiredness

And self-disappointment

Glance off,

And bounce back into the twilight.

Painted smiles and mundane conversation

Mask a loneliness and longing;

They keep me going

As introversion swallows me whole.

Yet the suffocating folds of night-time

Coax the suppressed tears to

Overflow into the blackness:

Grief for a life long-lost,

And the Real Me

Abandoned.

Emma H, 17/10/2016, age 25

 

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