waiting,
listening,
wondering,
things my mind do to distract me
from the brutal reality, called existence
becoming someone, or something
for that matter
being what you’re not
and what you wish you were
nothing can hurt you,
at least,
not in your mind
but unfortunately,
you have to eventually come out,
to the pain and suffering
of the reality,
that is your existence
but how long can u last.
out of the warmth and security
of your mind?
that will always
be the question.