Instinct

Killer instinct coming out from within.

Sick of the game of pretend;

“hide and never seek” with my emotions.

Constant holding in what desperately wants to get out.

untouch me

A split image of my soul depicts the life of turmoil and confusion I hide from.

Losing myself from the reality of the ground I walk upon:

a ground sprouting fear and elevating anxiety with every tip toe I dare bare.

Now, all I see is blindness.

Now, all I feel is that free fall from my comfort zone.