Take my eyes as the looking-glass.
Have you ever felt like your wings have been cut off from those who were to mend them and that the one you would confide in becomes the one you can no longer lean on? False accusations and briefed words. You're trying to breathe even after receiving oxygen but still feel suffocated. The forced expectation and the fake amusement just to pass the darkness of the nights that suppress your every breath. It consumes me and becomes me. Without support or a joke to make you laugh but having to be the one that smiles at the ones you wish to walk away from. Stifling and choking on every aspect of what used to be the freedom that has now become captivation. Fly away or run away just to see what it used to be but if I fly too far or run too far I might lose myself trying to reach the ideal of being. Being alone and wanting to be doesn't match the existence of the one created not to be. Having a cool breeze brush past you but can't seem to refresh you and i...