Missing Person

Again the silence comes to haunt me,

Taunting my thoughts with memories lost,

Torturing my mind with feelings long tossed,

But to what end must it always lead?

Absolute repression of inner destruction,

With no way to release my pain,

No possible end to my sufferable exchange,

All is darkness,

I sometimes can no longer maintain,

Look at what I have become,

Knowing my apparent destiny,

Yet avoiding it so desperately,

Though I know there is no escape.

As I look as deeply inside myself,

I am so afraid of what I see,

Such an awful hopeless mess,

As I never looked upon me.

I consume myself within others minds,

To become what they need me to be,

Never did I stop to ask myself,

What if I need me?

I have spent so much time changing,

Changing into who I needed to be,

I've lost myself somewhere around here.

And now I don't even know me.

Moving about this world as a chameleon,

I always seem to fit in…

My only regret is that I've lost the person I was in the beginning.