The Dead Personality

In the world 

Where everyday 

I wake up 

To see anger and 

Having no one's Trust 

It hints to me sometimes 

That is the journey of 

Finding myself 

I've sailed down to the opposite shore 

And I am going to self-destruct

In the fear of making some lives miserable 

Like me 

I've started hiding things 

From my closest people 

And every time when I want to talk to them 

My legs take a step back 

In the fear 

That my words will hurt their hears

Maybe my cries will tear their chamber of happiness 

Present in their hearts 

I find my confession works like 

The hunting spears

Maybe someday 

I would be brave enough 

To talk about this stage 

Or I would be going down the memory lane 

And never come out of this maze