Another day.

Avoidance, delusions
locked up in seclusion.
Nobody to pretend to;
nobody to make me blue.

I'm never good enough;
I never have enough.
They're all better than me;
but, what am I supposed to be?

Locked away in the dark
or sitting with my car in park
afraid to move, afraid of being seen.
Too many questions of where I've been.

I feel so inferior
and yet so superior.
I cannot think for fear
constantly gracing my cheek is a tear.

So, I lock myself away
for just one more day.