No one needs to know what I’ve been through—  
My thoughts, my needs, my likes, my deeds.  
I race ahead, as fast as I can,  
Running far, as long as I stand.  

I feel like sinking, yet my world keeps spinning,  
Through hopeless times, I fight the feeling.  
I take a breath—deep, steady, slow—  
Only to drown in the undertow.  

I reach, I grasp, I fight for air,  
Struggling hard, but caught in despair.  
I shout, I scream—I beg for aid,  
Yet find myself in the trap I made.