Crazy days leads to crazy thoughts

Crazy days do happen.  Like a box of chocolate,  you'll never know what you'll get.  But here i am feeling anxious and scared.  I dont really know what to do or what i really want.  I just hope that somebody can show me my potentials—like i ever believe in it. Hahahah maybe i feel like this because im always alone.  And the only companion i have is my ballistic thoughts that goes like a roller coaster. It may seem that im happy and jammy person but really,  deep inside its a pit of tartaraus.  Empty.  Lost.  Broken.  Like pieces of glass scattered all over the place, hoping someone will put it back together like the way it was despite the fact that they may cut themeselves in the process. 

I dare not look up into the crowd, for the fear that someone might recognize me and my shattered reflection.  Im too scared to face fear. It seizes my voice preventing me to speak my thoughts and express my emotions.

Sometimes i wish that people knew that i care. That in some ways i have what you called concern.  And in some ways i wish that people would do the same. Because maybe,  just maybe I'll  realize that im not alone in the battlefield of life and i can make it through the end with wounds worth having for. Maybe someone would. And maybe someone could.  Someone that doesnt fight my battles for me but someone who will fight the battles WITH me.  Like a shield and a spear together that can withstand wars.  Like music that can syncronize creating a melodic and harmonic song.  Maybe someday.  Maybe.