Lost

Growing up lost in my own mind,
Fighting monsters that never existed.
Haunted by feelings none but I knew.

In love binding myself with false hope,
And trying to escape my mental prison.
Only to find myself deeper still.

Always sighing, always wanting,
Never daring, never doing.
Always but never free,

And you, a friend but nothing more.
And you, looking pretty and being kind,
And you.

By Pete Scopes