Find Me Before the World Explodes

What happens when you close your eyes?

I close my eyes to shut out the world
To escape for a moment
As I seperate my body from reality's web
I'm taken into a room
There are no windows or doors
Just walls made of wood
Sturdy and solid; soldiers with orders
I may sit, I may stand, I may lay
I may do as I please
The world isn't going away
So I ask myself a question
Maybe even two
Why I want to shut them out
When all I want is someone to talk to
Then I start to think of her
The girl with eyes made of wonder
I scratch my head and try with all my strength
To get a glimpse of her smiling in my head
And on those days when I can't
The walls made of wood stand up to my anger

So I erase the words I had said
And I try to start brand new
I can hear rain outside this room
Pounding, pounding, splashing on the ground
It's getting dark and I beg for light
Before they come and want inside
The things that crawl and squirm and run
All the horrible creatures that call this place home
When no one comes to rescue me
I often think this will be my resting place
Among the ruins of the days long past
Scattered papers and pictures made when smiles
Were real and the heart made sense of things
That had no business being made sense of
The characters bounce from eye to eye
Voice to voice
And I wish to latch onto at least one
A safe one
A strong one
A likeable one
One that can carry me past the dead things that wait
One that can make them all forget who I was

And no one is waiting when I return
I open my eyes to a lonely room
Nothing has changed and I'm still the same
A simple man; a broken man
Struggling to maintain some identity
And I have a question for me
That being
Who will I become today
The man from the south without a care
Or a quiet artist who looks for a new way
Maybe the fun loving man with a joke
Or the soft spoken man who can always listen
But never wishes to speak
Will I be a character today
Something else I've created for the world to
Hopefully look and see
Because long gone are the days when reality
Meant something
The skin we wear is now the bargain chip
And popular ideals are considered cliche

Find me
Help me
I've been lost for eleven years
And I can't find my way home