Scarred and Scared

The curtain between reality and pretense

Is thinning away, faster than I could've fathomed.

The knocks have been getting louder;

Haunting and nettling its way into my world.

Unaware of what I see and I don't.

Of what I love and what I like.

I am a stranger to myself,

Uncomfortable in my own solitude.

My conscience is stripped to its threadbare,

Stripped of all the trinket like morality.

This is no zephyr,but a gale,

Probing its way like a needle heartily.

Help me, I say to the stranger within me,

Afraid to confide in a comrade,

The stranger simply stares at herself,

Helpless and scared, a ghost without an aide.