I’m sitting over here and you’re sitting over there,
I always know my “allocated” chair,
I have to admit I am sceptical though,
I do my best to never let it show.
I cringe when I remember the things I’ve said,
The email I wrote lying in my bed,
I wasn’t sure where the madness would end,
I opened my heart then hit the key “send”
Can you read my thoughts or am I hiding it well,
Do you realise there’s a story I cannot tell,
I tell you so much but hold something back,
I don’t know why, maybe trust I lack.
Your expression can surely communicate,
Not sure if you realise the chance that I take,
The chance to ask what I’ve always known,
The answers confirmed to the questions thrown.
A lifetime of learning to dissociate,
Why would I want to be somewhere I hate,
To me it makes complete and utter sense,
Disconnect from the world but at what expense.
The time is up and relief overflows,
Return to the person that nobody knows,
I retreat to my world to contemplate,
Can you save my life or is it just too late?