Mind's Labyrinth I didn't make the choice to let myself exist here, and somehow it bothers you but I will not shed a tear. Not today, not now, I have places where I must go, and though I must forever rush, my head will hang low. I guess I'm one of the faces that many cannot handle; must I roam in darkness snuff out the midnight candle? ...For a #life of solitude... That I cannot handle, whilst you mutter I, together, your hot topic scandal. I have a fear you see but I fear that I'll be weak, That it hurts to be detached the one you will not speak. I speak, I whisper, I long, YOU do not, will not talk, I, I, I, feel vexed by this shadow which I cast as I walk. Another fear that I have is that no one will ever care, breaking me down, so low, into a whole #life of despair. Breaking me down, until I cannot say not another word, Until Breaking point. When I am nor seen, nor am heard. I am the wind that blows, dreaded wind that you hate, but no one will feel anything not in my current state. Because no one cares for a shadow, everyone would agree, one who now cares the least, the biggest no one is me.