My mind is filled with fear
like a young child laying in the dark.
My eyes to dry shed a tear
but they slide down like rain making its mark.
Things don’t add up
like they do in math class
and I’m foced to come across tough
like a thick pane of glass.
Home is no longer safe inside
and neither is my mind.
I’m lost in this corrupted space
like an astronaut on the moon
hurt by someone’s hand
but my face will heal soon.
I wish to run till the end of time
but time runs on and on again.
I guess I’ll be fine if I just pretend.