There's a tempest wind at my back.
I'm feeling trapped.
I'm feeling drug around.
I'm reaching my limit.
Stretched out far passed my resolve.
 I'm crumbling. I'm falling.
 Breaking away piece by piece.
I don't know who I am anymore.
I know what I want to be.
I want to dance in the wind and scream with the thunder.
I want the electricity to run through me like it used to.
I want life to feel bright again.
I want to wake up in the morning feeling like anything is possible...

To not feel the tears that threaten to spill down my face.
To not have to choke away what I want to say because I care too much what you think.
I'm fading; this fog is all consuming.

There are multiple ways out.

Ways I've dreamed of in my darkest thoughts.

Ways I've fallen out of fear with.

Ways that could mean a brighter life for it all.

Instead I'm being called selfish because I've given up the bigger part of me.

I'm selfish and jealous

You open your mouth and I want you to shut up. 

So I'll play in my electrical storms and play in the dark till you can't see me, 

you can't feel me, till I'm nothing but a shadow.

Then when you're least expecting it, or at your low of noticing me I'll disappear.

I'll fade into the nothing.

It's just a matter of which way I will fade.

Which frame of mind I reach.