My path is barren. Don't know where I'm headed. Seems like my only company are my inner demons and they whisper in the dark, saying things I'll never be. I just want to find my place, somewhere I'm happy. If I scream, nobody will hear my words. They'll just think, "What's wrong with her?" I don't want to run in circles but I've been down this road before and it gets lonelier before it gets better. I don't want to do this anymore. I'm tired of waiting, my patience is running thin. What's wrong with hoping for a place where I never have to pretend? If we're the same, maybe I'll find you and everything would be okay. I know it's not that simple. I'm foolish for being too naive. This journey is tiresome, all I want to do is sleep.