Who am I?
Where do I fit?

In the void of my mind, the echoes keeps bounce unheard. Questioning and silently stirred.

That urge to escape is gripping so tight. Leaving the mask of tears, a clown’s facade, hiding the inner fight.

Roots of fear, sprouting beneath my feet. Like a paralyzing force, encasing me like a sheath.

Can I break free from this bitter suite?