Confessions To Noone.

Who can i confide in?
Admit to how it is.
Living with this returning ache
For freedom from the mist.

The thick mist surrounds me
The fog lights cant break through
I cant see where im going to
I guess i'll stumble through.

I want them all to like me,
Not to be afraid,
To like how problem free i am,
Ive done quite well so far.

The burden only increases,
As day by day goes by
And nothing gives me a reason
To be feeling this ache inside.