Walking dead

Swallowed into the ideas of others, you soon absorb the way they behave, the way they feel and the way they think. Then you lose yourself, you overthink, you wonder about who you really are. You sniff out undesirable emotions, and you think everyone is against you and it's you against the world. You look around and all you see are the eyes prying to reveal you, slowly stripping you down, peeling off layers of clothes that wrap you up. And all at once you feel naked, you feel the cold from the stares directed at you. You want to run away, you want to get out but still you remain behind bound by the ties that latch onto you always reminding you, always holding you back from the tomorrow you need and want. You stand there surrounded by the energy that consumes you. But all it really takes is a deep breath of courage and to exhale it with "I have had enough, I'm moving forward on my own for me." After all that built up you snigger under your shallowed breaths, recalling nostalgic lyrics from singers you might have a blur memory of. A smile forms on your face and you heave a sigh, that is life, what's left is living it not surviving it. It is unique how being devoured by the noise of your surroundings give you more consciousness you can ever have. It's like awakening the unconscious that slumbered deep within you in a cave waiting for you to fall asleep. Deep just deep, these depts they drown you as you struggle for air only to float to the surface dead.