Malleable

I wish I was fluid, moved in and out with the current. I don’t, quite the opposite. I am a block, rigid in my frame, solid in my stature, terrified to move. I loathe the itch of someone’s awareness other than mine own, don’t come in, an intruder in this house built of solid walls. Cannot feel, cannot scream, cannot be; I am what I am, fearful and insecure. Everything you want, but I fear myself. I cannot be! I cannot breathe! I walk in shambles because I am no one! No one is everyone and I question who I am. Again; I am no one! I smile in profanity; its easier that way, no one really knows. To know would expose any vulnerability and feeling I have as a person, a feared emotion, and so I write. I write to sleep cause sleep is solace.