It was fine a second ago.
Why was I in a room with these people?
As if I wanted to be here.
I never asked for this.
I was forced to listen, to understand.
Couldn’t you hear the screaming of my subconscious?
Couldn’t you understand the pain I was suffering?
I was not designed to work this way.
These feigned masks I put on everyday, they served as a mean for me to be somebody else.
Did I care? No.
Did I try to change? Sometimes.