In deep dark chambers of your heart, you always have a crouched being, a face so familiar that you can almost guess it. And when you explore more it is you in your worst form. You always know it, but tend to cover it with white sheets of ego. You just don’t want to see it because it is way too ugly to accept, you are way too weak to confront it. You find satisfaction in somebody else's eye, be it an illusion you created.
How do you feel when you live it day in and out? You sense the fear growing like an evening shadow. You can see it coming but can’t stop it. You try to run and hide only to feel more cornered. It is your worst nightmare and you are living it...
