Sometimes I don't show it, and no one won't ever know it.

Sometimes I pent it all up, and it never gets released.

Sometimes I begin to see the darker side of life, and I aged a lot more. I start to wonder where did the light all go. I begin to question whether the negativities that people are frequently experiencing are shrouding around me.

Don't make me doubt. Trust takes time to be built. Distrust takes just a few events.

Low on confidence. Given too much time to rot. Feeling sucks.

I need an alternate world to hide.