By April, age 24, New Jersey
Is it possible for us to come undone? What if what we see is just a camouflage of what we want it to be? Would I be weak in your eyes if I admit I'm scared? Do you see an ache inside of me that no one hears? I just want to be set free. Make me come alive. Make me come undone. Make me anything other than what I am. I'm not sure I want to be the person that you see. Do you even know me anymore?
There you stand, right in front of me, but miles away. Blinded by the distance and the shadows that cover my heart. You have not gone unnoticed but you feel forgotten. If only I could forget ...