Deep in my journals my problems are written in ink. Deep inside my heart my problems are engraved with pain. The pain is to much it turns into acid. It burns my heart from the inside out. There pain is there and it wants to say inside it makes me cry. A smile on the out side a tear on the inside. My voice others hear but it sounds so different as if it was not me at all. I no longer know who I am what Ive become or who I was at all. Its all a shady mystery. I want to be free of it all. Start over away from the person I use to be the illusion everyone thought was me. Im still in my shell afraid to come out. I dont think Im ready just yet but one day I will be. Ill show the world the real me and leave the illusion that I use to be. The voice hidden deep will finally speak.