Bloodshot.

This morning I woke up to red, stinging eyes.
Eye area all puffed up and ugly.
Why? I asked myself.
Have I really lost part of me?
Have I really cared too much that it's taking over?

I'm afraid of the things that I see.

I know people who talked to me meant well.
I know all the things that they said.

But how difficult it is just to be d only one seeing things that I know.

I don't even feel you guys anymore.
Whatever happened to Dance to express, not to impress.
Whatever happened to the joy we get from dancing.

Whatever that's happening, I'm beginning to doubt.

I know, who am I right?
I'll just keep shut.
One day you'll see.