Nobody knows me.

People try to, they think they know but they don't.

I hide behind the life I live, inside this skin.

The truth is I don't even know me.

I try to look inside myself but all I find is a tangled web of thoughts and emotions.

There's pain there. From what? I don't know.

There's a little joy too.

I'm so confused.

I look in the mirror and see nothing.

Will I ever pull out of this depression?

Can I untangle what's inside?

I need someone to be there and help me.

I know I can't do it alone.

I look all around and see no one.

Just empty faces

In these places

People I think I know.