speaking on mute

im waiting for you in the corner of the room, waiting for you to reach me, the sound of the silence speaks to me, im crouched down with my knees to my chest, its cold i shiver, i see the mist of my breath, i start to stare and quiver, and think, suddenly i get a headache, i don't know where to go, why do i love to suffer, no one knows, no one sees me, im surrounded by people but there is no one around me, it is morning but i see the full moon, i see the stars, i would love to open up but i think i am afraid to be me, fucking hate insecurity, it runs deep, it is stimulated by the fake truth that we seek, we hide behind fake walls of lies, we cover ourselves by the blanket of insecurity, by doing this we sit back and let our lives play out infront of us on a TV screen, we want to change some scenes but we can't intervene, we see what is going on but we can't change anything, but what do we do, keep on watching, scared to approach and break free from our own skin, we want to smile but we shackle what is within, all we see is the grey, we don't see the vibrant spectrum of the sun, birds flying in the sky, heaven that the sky hides, the stillness of a tree, we don't see life as it is, only for what we want it to be, so we continue to speak on mute, we continue to love and accept this painful view, we want to cry but we ran out of tears, we have no where to go so we bury ourselves a hole, use the dirt to keep us warm because inside we are cold...