It is like everyone wants me to fit in their lane.
I'm so sick of these mindgames we have to play.
I only feel anger and sadness pumping through my veins.
It's such a shame - I'm paralysed by all this pain.
I don't know what I hope to gain from all this blame I put myself through every single day.
It's like a shade
that follows me around that makes me want to cry all night and tells me I'm not worth the fight.
So many demons surround the light.
I struggle to keep sight of who I really am and to keep my feet on the ground.
I lie when I say I'm okay and that nothing is wrong.
I tell myself I have to be strong.
But honestly, my fate starts to fade and my endurance is long gone.
I just don't want to say it out loud and confess that I'm afraid.
Afraid of the demons I create.
Afraid of the darkness I have made.
(c) Romana Stadlober (Kufstein, Austria)