Upon awakening, the mind retreats into cycles of conclusions.
With question marks attached to the outcomes,
Trust comes not easy to those left alone.

The clock keeps running, the battery never dies.
Sleep is respite, but without fatigue rest amounts to nothing.
The recount of times gone by continue to dremel . . .

Fraying constantly, this state of indecision enough to make one wish for peace not coming . . . too far gone to repair . . . we keep turning . . .

Whether tears or fists hit the carpet I don't know . . . faces won't go away. The words hurt more than anything because my vision and my dreams don't match. At odds with myself for failures and achievements unseen . . .

Messages are unclear, the language I speak is not accepted here.
I understand not your code,
Reasons for ridicule, my inability to communicate.

Thinking I have no understanding you leave me for dead . . . victim of the very scam you jest about. I see no humor in this, I've removed all my checks and balances . . .

Fraying constantly, this state of indecision enough to make one wish for peace not coming . . . too far gone to repair . . . we keep turning . . .

Whether tears or fists hit the carpet I don't know . . . faces won't go away. The words hurt more than anything because my vision and my dreams don't match. At odds with myself for failures and achievements unseen . . .

The only reason for this social riff a lack of answers taught at an early age.
I'm grey . . . fill my empty pixels with knowledge and darken my beautiful shade . . .