Life is unfair and cruel.
A home, a place, a moment of time.
No where to hide, to run, to flee.
Pain, anger, fear, hate…
Thoughts running through the mind, conflicting in nature, true of the moment.
How could you? I hate you. I want you to die.
I forgive you. I love you. I want you to live.
A storm, calm, peace, sudden winds, thunder.
A smile, gentle words of regret.
I forgive you.
Screams, fits of rage, laughter. "You believed me?" Pain.
No place to go, to flee, to hide.
A bedroom, a room, a place.
Closed doors, separate from the world, separate from time. A safe place.
Nothing special, nothing protective, just a door without a lock, a door none the less.
The door is shut.
Eyes closed. If no sounds are heard, if no things are felt, everything ceases to exist.
Everything is calm.
A mirror, a girl, a true understanding.
"I'm fine," weak words toward a twin.
"You're a liar," she says.
She knows me, she is me, the one others don't see.
And she's right.
And I know it.
For that's all I am.
Do I exist?
Am I real?
Does anything exist? Is anything real?
You can't tell. Even if you could, it could all be in your head, a grand illusion; the ultimate con.
So why does anything matter?
The world is inside out, the people backwards, the sky red, the ocean green.
Yet all I can see is gray.
Is there something wrong with me?
Does it even matter?
My own world, a world, my own.
A claustrophobic living in the walls.
A coward, running, trying to hide.
Nothing hurts here, nothing is wrong.
Everything is fine.
A room, a place, a moment free.
Free from conflict, anger, confusion.
For a moment… mine?