Faces,phases,faces,phases.

Being haunted.
Being labeled.

Liar...

Been fighting the demons.
Night long, and in day.

Was it my mistake.
yes it was.

I took things for granted.

Not its hurting me,
so I am  lying now.

They look at me
and i get hurt.

They talk
and i get hurt.


Paranoia...can spin some tales.

I am trying to breath deep now,
telling myself this will pass.
But I am choking too,
strangled by my own thoughts.

There is just hope and there is grace or there was,
  but surely I believe "even this will pass."