Watching from the side

Staring blankly at the crowd

"I want to hide", I think

As I stare at the clouds

I've become grey inside

No feeling whatsoever in me

In the hidden confines of my mind

It's my old friends, I see

"But it's fleeting", I thought

It's physical worries distracting me

I've adapted to what reality brought

No escape; I will never be free

It's harder than I thought

The "Me" I want to restore

But the things that haunt

Will bother me no more