A...Claustrophobia

I walk around
in the claustrophobic room
that is who I am
feeling my way through
the blinding darkness very cautiously
terrified that I may slip

The mask I wear
has become who I am
loving the life
I pretend to live
my soul has died
screaming for help
as I continue to stumble
in the small, dark room
searching for something
I hope I never find