arazimus

Vacation

I am exposed
I do not fit
Now others see indeed 

That a page is torn 
Inside my book
And I am hard to read

A misspelled tale of tragedy 
With punctuations 
That are hard to find

Now waves of insecurities 
Have Come to crash upon my mind

And my burning fear wages war on me                 As if it hates its host

Killing me piece by piece 
To leave an empty ghost

Oh! The pain
It falls like rain
 soaking into ever pore 
 
Leaving my soul
Heavy and cold
Leaving living a empty chore