Slowly shutting me away.
I can't take the suffocation.
I'm intimidated now,
caught in social situations.
Close, too close to see the edge.
People crowding all around me.
No room to breathe; can’t even see
through the crowd that now surrounds me.
Stepped on, trod on, pushed aside,
no one spares a second glance.
How can they make their way unscathed?
How do they know the social dance?
Ripped up, scarred, I break away.
I’m finally free of their delusions.
I’ll heal and grow and find myself
in the calm of my seclusion.
Misa: I can't imagine a world without Light!
L: Yes, that would be dark.