Do you know what it's like to lie awake at night?
Unable to do something that is so natural to us.
Lying in the dark as your mind swirls,
Having a night of self-reflection doesn't bode well for a tired body-
A tired mind.
Worrying over frivoulous matters,
Worrying over things that matter,
Worrying over everything.
Yet, in the same breath, you could care less.
Lack of sleep can do that to you,
Alter you rmind,
Turn it against you,
Making you your own worst enemy.

I live a quiet life,
No baggage, no hassles,
Just work, sleep, repeat.
Some days I feel pretty transparent
And not in the name of honesty.
I live, work and breathe, the same as everybody else,
Yet-
Anything I say or feel goes pretty unnoticed or looked right over like the hood of a car.
Why voice it?
I see no need,
To speak and grasp at the straws of communication as though it's my life's only need.
My words, thoughts and feelings remain solely my own-
No one to bluntly share or unburden my soul to-
Even just for the briefest of moments- my lips remain still.