A captive of my own mind
Can’t decide what to do
Desperate enough to let go
Instigator of my thoughts
Living me indeed undecided

Trying to resist the constellation
Going against the situation
But, ending up breaking down
Covering to protect when I fall.
Thinking,by doing so, it could

Situation demands me to breathe
And without hesitation, I did
Yet, I still need to check it out
So, I put my fingers over my mouth
Making sure there’s still air around.

Feeling like I’m in a coffin, lifeless
Feeling numb is the only thing I know
Am I still capable of feeling happy or low?
Or am I used to having this unlike others?
Perhaps,I’ve equated this to actual feelings.