I sit and wonder most my days, how this feeling just won't fade. I try
to find a way, just on how I might portray, the feeling deep inside I
know so many hide away. I want to run, I want to scream, I want to
laugh, I want to cry, I want to share what this is to the people who
mean the most. But I fray and pray, I don't know how to convey. I love
them all more than the days that come by any by, but I fear them more
than endless nights. They are my angels, yet they are my demons as well.
They judge and love, but they'd judge more than love if I could convey.
There is no way to portray what I feel unto them, for they would not
understand. The days go by so slow and long, watching the world pass me
by. I no longer know what to do, how to act, what to say. This feeling
has eaten away at me core dor days on days. My soul is no longer so
bright and right, it is faded and wilted by the sands of time. How do I
just let this demon out, how do I just let it go and be judged and not
loved. How do I stay away and hide from everyone? My life is no longer
mine, but the feeling inside me's. It controls me and feeds me, drives
me. As it does for so many others.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Glacian, in the year 356 AF.