I watch the people on the streets.
They pass me by sometimes.
I watch them through this tattered sheet
that serves as my disguise.
I watch because I cannot meet
those who live outside the lines.
I watch them all in complete defeat
because those boundaries set are mine.
Ghostwriter
By fablesmyth
Living with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams... More