I wish I could understand myself,
I know the world doesn't fit with me,
My existance is too feign and livid
to comprehend my own ambitions
I just want to leave
so no one can see me.
I want to figure out
what's watching me.
It's an uncomfortable infatuation,
like sitting in a hole with
spectators watching over you,
yet doing nothing as you cry.
I suppose what I want is
my own anonymity,
free of judgement,
to disregard my harmful petulance,
to be understood.