rust

you don't feel as confident as you did
when you were younger.
you could conquer your fears
and make any room your stage.
now you're afraid to show yourself to the waiting world
and you shudder at the thought.

your head used to be in the clouds
but now it's weighing you down.
your personality is as dull as the pencils you colored with
when you still had sunshine radiating from your smile.

you're still afraid of the dark
so i guess that much is the same
but now you welcome it with open arms
and accept the mystery of what lurks in the unseen.

you've let the clock rust
with nothing to maintain the precious time
and the confidence that you once displayed
has left you with insecurities
that eat away at everything positive inside.

the clouds have long since gone
and you're trapped in your own mind.
it seems that the only thing the clock let you keep
were the new shadows that made a home under your eyes.