To Those Who Are Willing to Try
Sometimes I become distant,
my eyes fixed in space,
my mind somewhere else.
You wonder,
and try to bring me back.
You grab my attention
and make me return to reality.
I snap and snarl at you
for trying to end my misery.
You may think that I don't care,
the way I struggle not to follow,
not to change into someone else
when I don't even know who I am.
How I refuse to be the same
and how I fight for my freedom.
You may think that I don't care,
the way I stray and wander,
leaving you all behind
and at times trying to ignore your voice.
How I tend to disappear completely
and not return until I'm forgotten.
You may think that I don't care,
when I stand there by my own free will,
apart from everyone, isolated,
shielding myself from all emotion.
You may think that I don't care,
when my biggest fear actually is
losing all of you.