One step front,two step back 

this is how I go.

One step front,two step back.

I ain't less fortunate

I ain't fortunate either

living my life in between.

In trauma, silence is only a pause

before another storm.

Four white paper walls saurounded me

makes me feel safe and in pain

I'm just waiting for the final disaster.

Hands are shaking,limb to limb

nauseous what I feel.

Noise makes me want to outrage , do some serious damage

like I'm high intoxicated all the time

but I've smoked never in my life.

I live in quite a psychotic family who went crazy

without a hint,

ah!the adventures I feel

I know I can't go out of this

This makes me think

Maybe I would die soon before

becoming insane, if I'm lucky.

                                                         ~S.D aka 

                                                                           Daydreamer_Annie