3am deep at thought.
A purpose still being sought.
On the tip of the mind.
Like a sharp knives edge.
Deadly thoughts that linger by.
Making me wonder why I'm here.
Fearing the presence of those I hold dear.
For the disappointment on their faces.
If they knew my minds places
Like a frowned dancer.
Trying to make her way through.
Or a gentle flower.
Drowned by the morning dew.
Being loved in a social gathering.
But fearing what society is asking.
Holding back a beast in thee.
That just wants to break free.
It makes its holder freeze.
Oblivious to the slightest breeze.
A mind uncomfortable to bare.
Anxieties deadly lair.