More than meets the eye

Drunken thoughts of a sober mind.

I can’t help but to feel this overwhelming feeling submerge into my state of mind that is constantly filled with peculiar and persistent thoughts I can no longer mend together. In a world so cruel and prejudiced, I’m forced to smile ever so convincingly as though I am strong and almighty. When in contrast, I am weak and vulnerable. I refuse to act upon the reality that I am incapable of being happy. I am confined by a sea of people that I know I can rely on but still, I am unable to permit my feelings in a way they will be able to understand the way my complicated mind works. With people, I feel as though I can only touch surface with them. I can’t seem to release my trust to anyone that will allow them to know my inner thoughts that I can’t seem to express. I can’t seem to dismiss my nostalgia of people in my past that have let me down, that have lied to my face and has caused me to rethink whether I could trust them any longer. Now I’m left with the sentiment that people are only there for me for the amusement of my inadequacy.