Spirits that guide me on, who is it that hides inside?
Special moments alone have so often been denied.
Thoughts are never ending, thoughts are always in my mind.
They vilify me with pressure of the torturing kind.
Who am I to understand what they're wanting from me?
Why don't they leave me alone? Why won't they let me be?
Leafing through the patterns that have made me who I am.
Am I a kaleidoscope of vivid patterns? Or am I nothing more than a diagram?
Agonising all the possibilities of what I wanted to be.
Wake up! Why can't I understand? Will I ever see?
The only thing that's really stopping me. Is me!!