I know who I am inside my mind. But I can't manifest that out to the world. I've been locked away in a room for too long. Void of society, or people. The off-chance that I do get out, I don't know who I am. What should I portray, how should I act. I'm losing my mind. I'm the observer. It's like I don't exist. No one knows me because I don't even know myself. I watch, and wish. Wish the things I love inside my brain could be real. That I could share it with someone. If only they knew. Knew the real me. Not the me trapped inside. Why can't I focus? Why can't I just BE. But at the end of the day, I'll just deform back into the hiding place. The hiding place I feel comfortable. Pretending people can see. And fantasizing of a world where I am happy.