One more contradiction.

Too scared of being alone, I sat in the hall of mirors. Too scared of them, I sat with myself as my only company.

Looking for some shread of hope, I find myself looking out the window for that seems to be where all my dreams have gone.

Terrifide of wading forward into the water, before the storm. All I wish is to reverse.

Closing my eyes and humming as loudly as I can. Just to see what it's like to be them.

Seal my lips. So, they can stop throwing my words back at me.

My hearts breaking, but to them I'm being too serious. Floating in a see of dispare. They say simpley to lighten up. Yet, smiling at funerals is frowned upon.

Hold on to your contridictions, and never forget your own predictions. Because it seems you've already lost your morals.