Glass Shell

Deep in the velvet abyss,
How could I miss this?
In the dark of the night,
I dream about my plight,
I cry bits, and scream in bytes,
And see in color changing neon lights,
As I dream a surreal stream,
Sailing on a moonbeam.
Clouds of self doubt smog,
My vision they'd fog,
But now I see the cracks
In my unconscionable defences,
My self-imposed prison of electric neuron fences,
I'm now rearranging my circuit connections,
And charging voltage meter selections,
And wondering how I got this far being in hiding?
And how I let myself so long, stay in hiding?
How have I let this brittle, glass shell,
Of anxiety, imprison me within this hell?