Everyone left

There is a dark room, that I’m afraid to face
It shows up where ever I am, again and again

However much I try to run away, it is always there
Within this dark room,
there are stories,
stories that I don’t even fully remember
But I know that these stories have formed me

What I think,
What I speak,
How I act
My personality,
My body language
The way I see the world
And everyone it in

You see everyone lives in their own world, rarely stopping to really see you

They don’t see the pain or have the ability to unravel the truth
That takes time and effort and who has the energy for that?
So I will share you the stories, the stories of how everyone left