The Void

*I* write from a place where the light barely touches.   Where thoughts echo loud, but no one hushes. I’ve mastered the art of hiding what crushes, Wearing strength like armor, while the soul still blushes.   *I* don't need a church—what I need is clearer vision.   Regrets fill my heart, but no one hears my confession.   My mind and heart at war—I fear my final submission,   Still chasing peace like it’s part of my mission.   *I* I don’t need religion—give me peace in my reality. Not a building, but a bond—a chosen family. I’m drowning in silence, slipping from sanity, Smiling in crowds, but lost in this academy.