In the quiet

When the silence ensues of the world around me, 

The chaos erupts in my mind

All the demons of self-worth and loathing,

Come into the light,

The shine their slyness into my reflection

The clock ticks away in the background,

am I underwater now?

My meek cries are heard from a distance

but no tears streak my face.

I watch my thoughts in fear,

in those darkest parts of my soul from which escape only happens by accident 

I still haven't found the trail of breadcrumbs, and until I do, 

I keep turning around the same destructive circle, s

creaming inside, 

smiling on the out.