The ghost-like reflection,
the hollowness of
what I once was.
Retiring to the room in my gut,
locking the door,
hiding, alone.
Reserved.
That was me.
Hiding from the world.
Hiding from the isolation.
So where am I?
Constant conflict
of what I want.
Where to hide from the Green Eyes?
Hide inside.
It's the only refuge
we can find.
