Time For My Soul To Rest
I don't even feel like I'm a real thing.
Part of me wanders,
Lost,
Confused,
Around people.
I'm there but I'm not,
Playing hide-n-seek with myself.
Like a ghost.
I may touch things,
But my impression is brief.
Hidden until I'm not.
Terrifying once I'm discovered.
Hiding away,
That's what I do best.
Maybe that's what I'll stick to.
I'm so tired.
I think it's time for my soul to rest for a little while.
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